Milk, chocolate, butter, flowers … Lorelei to the side, a chubby maid staring at the shiny icing on the croissant, and Cocó swinging her head to the rhythm of the bells.
In a flash, white tufts in the air, duvets, bells, flowers, petals, croissant icing and the insane joy of a two-year-old girl, an explosion of cream, crumbs and joy.
And like the snow that settles down in the glass balls, in which the little houses and puppets return to being neat and clean after a loving storm, in a similar but different way, here they are all four on the unmade bed as if reclining after a deep and long breath: unkempt, ruffled, with mouths open from panting, choreography, sweating from excitement.
A human and three felines. A happy family.