Sometimes bliss

Light sneaks quietly into their bedroom, from the the bathroom in the hall, painting his portrait in a soft glow amid the depth of the shadows. Damp bristles of hair twist and curl against the green cotton pillowcase, deep breathes whistle, the sounds of sleep. Smooth as polished marble, the feather soft skin of his cheeks give way as a smile creeps across his face, leaving one to wonder what is going on behind those gently closed eyes.

Little boy, little boy,
what do you see?
I see fairy tale dreams
my friend gives to me.

Tufts of brown nappy fur peek from the crook of an arm, wrapped tight in a warm snuggling embrace of comfort. Cats eye buttons glitter, wide with delight. A lone brown paw, escaped from beneath the dish cloth blanket the boy had carefully tucked him into, rises and falls in rhythm with the heartbeats of his dearest friend.

Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
what do you see?
I see a little boy,
cuddling with me.

A crickets lullaby floats through the window on the moon beams, as I stand in the doorway, shoulder resting on the hard wood frame, content to watch the waves of his peace lap at my feet.

Sleep well teddy bear,
Sleep well my son.
A new day comes
at the edge of your dreams.

Bliss clings like frost on the corners of the window, waiting to be discovered, when we choose to see.