Sitting On Top of the World

All grins and giggles, Seren threw her hands up toward the sun and sky. Her curly blonde hair bounced around her shoulders from the gentle breeze.

“I'm sitting on top of the world!” she cried out with laughter, “No, you're sitting on me,” remarked Walter.
“Yes,” Seren agreed, resting her arms on top of his head.
“So you're sitting on your grandfather, not on top of the world,” he corrected childishly.

Seren considered this for a moment, but she knew she was right in what she had said. “But you are my world,” she argued.