He lied with you, arms on the back of his head.

“ The stars are nice tonight. “

He smiled, looking over at you, his child.

“ Don’t you think? “

You nod at your dad.

He chuckles.

“ Not talkative, huh? “

The night whistles with crickets and owls, as you lay outside of your house.

He just grabbed you and pulled you close, getting as giggle from you as he hugged you against him.

“ Come on kiddo, don’t be all dark and mysterious!!! What, are you tired? Or did your mother somehow turn you into a zombie?? “

He tickles you, causing you to laugh.