Millions of fingers tapped on my window. Gripping the bars of my crib, I yelped my fathers name. Yelling over the seas. He stepped in and threw himself on the floor."The night is here, and so am I." He said.
Sighs fluttered away from my mouth. Ten little toes ceased to shiver. Then, I heard her voice: a car honking at traffic.
"Leave her alone. She'll be fine." Mother wanted him back.
So he left.
I let the falls cradle me. And slumber crocheted itself in my eyes.
