Sun from the window moves across P's pillow, lighting her red hair. She is looking out, blue eyes seeing something distant, unknowable. A dog barks on the TV screen, moves across a field in a pack of dogs. P. looks down. Dogs are leaping, bouncing off each other, sun playing across their fur as sun lights the trees outside her window. A slight smile flickers across her mouth, eyes. She is present in that moment, a smiling little girl watching a pack of dancing dogs.