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At Dawnlight

(Start with Part One)

John opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling and seeing traces of the forthcoming light of day, masked by the closed curtains.  Laying up on his side was Jane, who had faithfully kept that pacifier in her mouth all night.  Using his right shoulder as her pillow, her legs were wrapped around his right thigh.  And she clung to his right side.  He was her pillow.  She was his blanket.  And it worked so beautifully as she was a tummy sleeper and he was a back sleeper.

He looked over at his clock on the nightstand.  6:45 am was the time.  And in a few minutes, the sun would rise high enough in the sky to pour fully in through the side windows of the bedroom.  It was a magnificent sight to behold when it happened, for a very specific reason.  But before it could happen, he needed to open the bedroom curtains.  And in order to do that, he had to find a way to move her without awakening her.

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In the Middle of the Night

John awoke suddenly, as if a bit of internal clockwork had just sounded off an alarm inside him.  Looking over at the clock on his nightstand, he sat up and blinked his eyes a few times.  Then he stood to his feet.  It was 2:57 am … in the middle of the night.  It was time.

He walked over to the bedroom door, wide open as he had left it when he went to bed.  The upstairs hallway was so quiet he could hear the faint noise of crickets outside.  Taking slow steps, he walked across the hall into the nursery – the nursery door having been closed but not the whole way.

Walking into the nursery, he squinted his eyes just a little – still trying to find a focus to his vision … something he would certainly need in just a moment.  He heard steady, rhythmic breathing in the room – the sounds of peaceful slumber being had.

The nursery was illuminated by a blue canary nightlight, giving the glow of sapphire blue to everything in the room.  It was only partially furnished but what was there had already found a home it belonged in.  The glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, having run through their charge by this hour, formed the constellation of the Heavens above.  Straight ahead was the wooden changing table he had built for her by hand, carving moons and stars into its sides to compliment the astrological theme she had chosen for the nursery.

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The Everlasting

25 “Humiliations”

The Pictures Stories

The Cravings You Love The Most

25 “Humiliations”

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The Dream List

25 “Humiliations”

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The “Little” Husband


12:37 p.m. –
Fast asleep on the black leather sofa in the TV room, Gus wasn’t even moving a single muscle. He was out like a light. Thankfully, on that day he was able to come home from work at noon. And the reason was he had worked so much overtime that week that his bosses refused to pay him anymore.

Now a little more than a half hour after he got home, Gus hardly appeared as a hard-working man. Asleep on the on couch, nursing on a pacifier and wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, he was fully-relaxed into what the rest of his life held for him – when not working so hard.

And the reason why he was a pile of drained mush was sitting on the next couch over, texting away … Ivy, his beloved wife and also his Mommy. She was a very attentive and loving partner to him, but Ivy was also very down-to-Earth and it was that combination of passion and power that kept him wrapped around her finger.

A knock came to the door.

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Reaching the Center of Her Little Heart

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here is a late night look into the center of a BabyGirl’s Heart.


Reaching the Center of Her Little Heart –

Her dreams were sweetest when on the nights she spent in her crib.  It was her only place and a tiny part of her little world which she could call her own.  It was a safe place and one created for her by her Daddy – the most wonderful and important person in her life.

But nightmares would sometimes creep in to spoil her perfect place.  These nightmares would be hardest to stir out of and recover from after days her Daddy declared to be Daddy-n-BabyGirl days.  It was on these days that he would baby her, from the moment she awoke to the moment she fell asleep in his arms in the evening.  Her senses were softened.  Her heart was touched. And she was capable only of the little thoughts which would usher her into her BabyGirl dream land.
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