Henn smiled, stopping singing along to look up, "No, you're good, two more steps and then about five feet, then there's that corner behind the couch."
She was comfortable, really, wearing her new favorite PJs, her butterfly ones. The ones with sticks and pats of butter as well as overlarge houseflies on a pale blue background. She was laying on her stomach, propped up on one of the couch pillows, feet swinging along with the music.