just another night, fast asleep in daddy's arms, soft breaths fill your bedroom.

you wake up to the loss of the warmth spreading from daddy's warm body. you scoot to daddy's side and find daddy's watch on his bedside table. its 3 am.

a soft smell fills your nostrils, though it makes you feel kind of sick, thinking about food at 3 am.

you gently get up, rubbing your face to wash sleep away just a bit, just enough to find daddy and get him back to bed where he can hold you, protect you from nightmares.

you tippy toe around the house, following the soft sounds of his cooking into the kitchen. you stand in the doorway for a second, watching him as he wears nothing but some shorts, busy with the stove