On a cold dark night

Silky skin, rosy cheeks,

Eyes that hold no fright.

Wispy puffs of warm moist air;

Perfect little face.

Portrait of an angel's sleep;

Nothing out of place.

Listening in the grayness,

Near the nite-lite on the wall;

Waiting for the footsteps,

Creeping down the hall.

Breathing slows, movement stills;

Someone blocks the light.

Muscles tense, heart beats fast,

Terror in the night.

Pink and sweet, lace and bows,

Perfect buggy ride.

Drinking in the springtime air.

gentle breezes glide.

Rolling down the sidewalk,

Smiles on every face.

Appearances important;

Nothing out of place.

Hold my breath. Watch each step.

Never let them squeak.

One small creak. Freeze in place.

Wait for him to speak.

Three more steps. Almost there.

Almost in the clear.

Take a breath, hear his voice.

"Sweetheart, come in here."
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