Midnight Creeping

Sometimes you hear voices in the house, late at night. It’s disconcerting to your sleepy ears. Sliding out of your warm bed and groping for your glasses, you get up to investigate. Padding down the hall in semi-darkness you realize the voices are real, not a dream. Approaching the door you hear movement and your heart rate escalates. Without breathing, you push the door open ready to confront a possible intruder. Inside you discover your baby boys sitting up in bed gibbering to one another. Seeing you, they smile and greet you, wanting to play. It’s late, you’re tired and you need to sleep, but instead you play because they grow up so fast.