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Bedtime

Little Eliza snuggled her stuffed Zebra tightly under her blankets. It was particularly cold in her room tonight. She wanted to get up and ask her mother for another blanket but didn’t have the energy. She hadn’t been feeling too well lately. She shuddered again and was about to call to her mother but she felt an extra blanket laid on top of her.

She opened her eyes to see the shadow of her father standing over her. He normally never got home before she was asleep until a few nights this past month. She was so excited that she was about to sit up and give him a hug but he put his finger to his lips and gently pushed her back in bed.

She understood, Mommy wouldn’t be happy if she got up again. Her father sat on the bed beside her and began running his fingers through her hair. It was very soothing and before long the excitement wore off.

She was sound asleep before long. She now completely believed it was her father, which made what it did next much easier.

Before long the thing had enough of her energy to suffice for a few more days. It dissipated out the window and disappeared into the night.

Her bedroom door opened and her father came in. A chill instantly wrapped around him, “who left this window open?” He thought, closing it silently.