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A Brief Moment of Peace
When the world sleeps, I’ll be with you
There’s stirring in the night.
4:34 am.
That can only mean one thing. Someone’s hungry.
Pushing myself up from the bed, I exhale through the narrows of my lips and rub my eyes.
I am perpetually tired. A small price to pay.
The stirring becomes louder— more disgruntled — I’m too slow, apparently.
I hover over the cot and hope for a smile.
“Hello little one, am I taking too long?”
A slither of light illuminates the smile I was hoping for.
Toothless and beautiful in equal measure.
Wriggling, swimming her way towards, actioning, “Up, daddy.”
I don’t hesitate, I pick her up gently. A warm embrace.
She nuzzles into me.
Her eyes adjust to their surroundings. She drinks from her bottle in quiet contemplation.
The dog is snoring.
I am perpetually tired. A small price to pay.
I say, “We should do this again tomorrow. Same time?”
