Waiting under my covers
Like a dog scraps.
waiting for
on,
The nightlight flicks
Illuminating the room dimly.
My father sits
down,
Our special book in h n
a d.
He speaks of kings and princesses,
Unbeknown to him, it is i n s p i r i n g
To the little girl in the top
bunk.
She is eager to hear more,
Despite the \"goodnight\"s.
She lays in bed waiting
For adventures from the
Stories.