She opened her eyes, gazing up at the same ceiling she had spent countless hours and encounters glancing up at – sometimes for a few seconds as she gasped for air in the missionary, sometimes for a few minutes as she nursed on her pacifier and searched for a distraction while being changed, sometimes for a bit longer as she became lost in thought.
On this morning, she looked at that ceiling to remember how good she felt when she went to sleep last night and how much she wanted to feel that way again.
Hearing her Daddy walking back the hallway towards her, she sat up and glanced over at the bedroom door. And when he appeared in it, she spoke to him in volumes, but without saying a single word.
Her irises were filled with the perfect mixture of opposites. She was primed to travel in whatever direction he led her, but hoping for the destination of innocence to take them through passion first.
She sent out signals from every point in her body, but it was her J.B.F. hair, shining with the light of early morning while still showing the electricity from last night that caught his eye first. And her Daddy knew, at that moment, that he wouldn’t be leading anything, but rather, following the after effect of what they had merely just begun.
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