I pick her up
She presses both hands and a cheek against my shoulder.
I turn on Iron and Wine and move my bare feet back and forth across the hardwood floor
Her tired eyes see only our shadows dancing against the wall
The setting sun lights through the window, turns her fine hair to gold
I hum softly with the harmonies, losing track of what time may have passed.
Her tiny toes slowly uncurl from my belt loops
Her tiny breaths even out
Her tiny, straight eyelashes grow too heavy.
I close my eyes as well. I can't bring myself to lift my lips from the top of her sweet head.
This is heaven, and I'll never be the same.
