A post for Maui Shop Girl’s “Just Another Photo Challenge”
Two. Your hands pat a steady rhythm on my back keeping time as you hummed a lullaby.
I watched the curtains softly dance on the breeze till my eyelids unconsciously droop and close.
Five. I jolt awake and shudder with a start. Your arms are there steadily pulling me back down.
“It’s just a dream,” you whisper half awake as I roll over and sigh back into sleep.
Eight. You lift me off the couch and tuck me into my bed, smoothing back the wild hair.
You turn on the nightlight and make sure the stuffies are far away so as not to start a fire. Again.
Eleven. I tiptoe into your room. I’m scared. I slip into your bed.
You sigh and roll over to make a bit of room and hand me a corner of the covers.
Fourteen. It’s dawn and you’re making sure I’m warm enough. You turn off the flashlight in my hands.
Close the book that is poking my side, untangle the covers and tuck me in again.
Seventeen. You take the phone out of my hands and put away the finished book, navigating your
way around legos, journals, books, university letters and applications just to hear us breathing.
Seventeen point five. Of different things, but I’m still scared. I tiptoe into your room. I slip into your bed.
You roll over to make a bit of room and hand me a corner of the covers. We talk. I’m better now.