Akasha


Warmth
rain
slumber
I pull the cover closer
Tiptoe pitter pat
Pitter pat
Moma
I pretend I can't hear her
Moma!
the familiar voice of a small
Being plays upon my sympathy moma!
their she goes again
Pick her up?
Adorableness wins
Warmth
Bodies resting
Sounds of rain
Sleep calls

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