None of this belongs to me.
Drat.
- - - -
Under the sketch book?
No.
Had they slipped off the table?
No, I would have heard that.
How about-
"They're under the carpet swatches, Esme." Alice called with a teasing laugh.
I smiled.
Sure enough, underneath the ring of textile cut outs I found my misplaced sketches.
They were simple enough.
Just rough, basic portrayals of what our next home will be.
But I needed something to look at in order to choose the-
"Holy crow! Esme, did you draw these?"
Bella's eyes were wide as she motioned down toward the papers I'd located moments ago.
I could see flaws; many of them, in fact.
Drapes that weren't perfectly symmetrical.
90 degree angels that weren't exactly right.
I smiled again, and patted my daughters outstretched hand.
Silly Bella.