Bedtime

When I could not sleep when I was little

I would go find my dad.

I would creep…

very, very , very…

quietly out of my room.

I would walk up behind his chair in his office.

and watch him play his game.

I would wait and wait and wait and wait and wait…….

until he noticed me and when he did he chuckled and asked

“didn’t see you there my little munchkin, can’t sleep?”

I would nod my head.

instead of putting me to bed, he would promptly gesture me onto his lap, and in return I’d jump up…

Then he’d show me baby photos, instead of playing his violent video game, Diablo.

as we swiped through the baby pictures, they’d often repeat:

one of me in sunglasses

one of me with a diaper on my head.

swipe, swipe , swipe , click , click , chuckle, chuckle….

yawn.

then he’d tell me to go to his room,

and that he’d be there shortly.

and I would fall fast asleep before he ever stopped playing.