Half asleep she heard the sound of the door knob turning. Still in the middle of her dream, she heard the footsteps approaching towards her. Then the click of a pen and a scribble sound. By this time she was awake. Then she sensed the footsteps withdrawing. She knew it was her daughter. She knew it by instinct.
Taking off the cover from her face, she looked aside. There lay a notepad and upon it a note. She picked the note and sat reading. She noticed the handwriting and smiled. “How it resembled my own hand”, she thought.
“Going to the grocery store. Will be back in an hour”, the note said.
She loved the little heart drawn on the corner of the note. She knew it was meant for her. She knew it by instinct.