studying in my basement at quarter till six, i hear her awaken. she beckons with her little calls of "da DA?... da da...da DA?" i go in to find her awake, and smiling, but not yet standing in her anticipatory, "I'm ready to play!" position. which is good. its not yet time to play. i change her diaper, packed with the obligatory morning deposit. its a messy one. as she lies on her changing table, her shadow catches her attention. she waves compulsively, her arm fixed high in the air while her hand wiggles up and down repeatedly. then, as she tries to grab the shadow, the phantom hand and the real hand only mesh together in a messy blob. so she resorts back to waving.
i finish changing her and pick her up. through her pacifier she smiles again. her tired, warm body flops limply onto my chest, her arms and hands resting on my shoulders. as i lay her down, wrap her in her blankets once more and walk to the door, her eyes never leave my face... and then its only a couple of blinks till she returns to the cozy land of sleep.
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