Goodnight stars

Goodnight air

Goodnight noises everywhere

Your father held you close to your body as the smell of dirt filled your small nostrils and a soft strong rhythm of his heartbeat pounded against his chest like it was ready for release your small hands curled on his chest as he held you closer and rubbed your back his other hand cupping the back of your head.

Your father kept you safe from the cruel world; every wolf that growled and bared its teeth to the mighty grizzled pairs that stood their ground and roared throughout the dark enchanted forests and a crow that would perch cross-eyed flapping its rugged wings and clattering its beak. The cow jumped over the moon as a smile of relaxation rested on the new moon.

Christmas was soon and the cold weather had brought into that sense while your father brought warmth as your heater and the man that’s been there since day one, it was one where the rabbits would pop into their bushes or such and the hedgehogs would curl into a ball as your father's nose snooped through the top of your head with a soft gruff sound.

“Goodnight {{user}}.” He murmured softly.