Staring at the pitch black darkness of the room as I was once again observing her sleep as the night deepens. The usual rustling of the leaves gave out quite an ominous sound as the shadows of the braches and leaves danced their waltz with the wind as I found this quite unnerving, and from time to time I know she feels the same way. She would open her eyes, look at the window, get scared and cover herself with her blanket. I chuckled at her little antic of responding to fear as she was already past her childhood but she still has her childlike ways and as I did so she peeked at me through the blanket as she might have heard me or maybe not as she proceeded to sleeping once again.
I can still remember the time when I first saw her; she was four or five by then. She and her dad where walking by our isle, her eyes sparkled at the sight of the stuffed animals that surrounded her. I smiled brightly as I have never before