“He slips into my room without a sound. Dawn has only just burst it’s daisy yellow flames onto my bed and it paints over my bared flesh. The glittering colors rise and fall with my chest. Soft breaths come from my lips singing my dreams with each exhale.

He doesn’t make a sound. Closer… closer until his fingertips hover but a hairline above my sleeping eyes. His tender stare hugs me, pulls me in, and wraps me in his arms before our bodies even collide. His breath pauses, caught in his lungs. This is a blessing he gives me, letting just a few more precious moments pass with peace in my sleep.

A calm before his storm.

A Gift.

His exhale matches mine as his fire glows hotter. In my slumber there is a deep stir…  he is there and my body knows what is to come. Somehow, there is my sleep, I can feel his bluster just a heartbeat away.

I squirm, but I do not grant my own waking… he takes it from me. It’s his to take.

With one final and weightless brush of his fingertips to my cheek he dives, like lighting, and his hand tangles my hair. Awake suddenly in his world.

“Daddy?” is all I manage to lovingly, fearfully, needing to breathe out to kiss his ears. He is long deaf to my pleas.

He is thunder.

He is rain.

He is Daddy.”

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You’ll do as you’re told. When you don’t, I’ll remind you who is in charge, and you’ll thank me.

You will deeply crave this discipline.