Sleepless

He counted the cracks in the ceiling for a sixth time, laying awake staring at nothing in particular. Sleep would not come easily this evening and he resigned himself to exhaustion the next morning. Every noise jolted him, each breath from his beautiful wife startled him in the dark. He sat up and looked at her, and into the glowing red eye beyond her. It sounded like an old AM radio, crackling and hissing slightly ever few moments. From beyond a voice stirred quietly, slowly. He sprung to his feet and raced to the source; his three day-old daughter, Rhiannon Michelle. Bottle warmed, diaper ready, he waited.

She would never remember, he could never forget.

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