He awoke slowly, groggily, just in time to see a hand passing gently back through the bars beside him. His thoughts took a moment to gather before he recognised the cot around him and remembered the hand's owner; Nanny.
“Come on little fella, it's time to get you up.”, Nanny said as she pulled up the blind, temporarily blinding him with the late afternoon glow. “We need to get you ready for the party, don't we?”
“Party?” Until now, Nanny was the only other person who'd seen him like this. When they first met, he'd mentioned, in passing, one of his fantasies. He'd always wanted to be treated like a baby in a room full of adults.
