Saturday was on its way out. I was in my room for writing, away from the sight of the little one being put to sleep. I had to lock the room to not allow the light to pierce the darkness of the house. I could hear the sounds from outside like every night. I don’t respond to it unless it’s a call and I am always allowed that time and space by my very cooperative and helpful family. Last night was not one of those nights.
#56 Father's Night
#56 Father's Night
#56 Father's Night
Saturday was on its way out. I was in my room for writing, away from the sight of the little one being put to sleep. I had to lock the room to not allow the light to pierce the darkness of the house. I could hear the sounds from outside like every night. I don’t respond to it unless it’s a call and I am always allowed that time and space by my very cooperative and helpful family. Last night was not one of those nights.