Light patter of feet
upon bare floor
spring rain gently tapping on glass
Little person unable to sleep
attempts stealthy reprieve from night time ritual
creeps toward lamplight
Open book lies on blanketed lap
words on yellowed pages invisible
disinterest feigned in clandestine visitor
silently daring next move
The child darts from shadow to shadow
a staccato movement
stops and starts
Her position freezes
as I clear my throat
fetching a giggle
she anticipates discovery
With the willpower of Hercules
I do not look her way
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Until just the right moment to
FLING
my arms out
to grab her
Squeals of delight elicited
as we tumble
into a laughing heap