100 Word Story #6 Pillow Fight

“To the max, and beyond!”  I know that’s not right, but the five year old I swing my pillow at doesn’t seem to notice.  She attacks me with a two handed over the head pillow chop, threatening me to split me in two.  And by splitting me in two I mean from deep revitalizing belly laughter.  I collapse to the ground, taking her down with me, both of us gasping for air between the laughs and tears.  This is just what we needed since her mother wasn’t coming home again.  At least this was one battle we both could win.