We lie in our bed, watching the flat screen TV affixed to the wall—or more accurately, I’m watching it as Stella sleeps quietly in my arms. She has been on a mission to watch all the movies that won an Oscar for Best Picture of the Year. We started with the winner from this year and have been working our way back. We’re currently watching the winner from 1991, Dances with Wolves. It’s actually a pretty good movie. Though, not every year’s winner has been astonishing.
Stella stirs and looks up to me, a sleepy smile gracing her face. “I’m sorry. I fell asleep again.”
I kiss her on the forehead. “It’s okay. We can watch it again later. It’s a good film.”
“Yeah, I’ve actually seen this one before, but it’s been a while.”
“Do you feel better after your nap?”
“A little,” she answers softly.
