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Snuggle closer and feel resistance melt away as the warmth of her tiny body seeps into your heart, postponing bedtime to enjoy the quiet and private moment of truth and love.

Walk into silence, so sudden and obvious, and wonder why you bothered trying to be civil when the world always rewards you with doubt and disappointment.

Inspect the non-urgent tasks to avoid helping where needed, a level of petty beyond sense that you just shake your head and carry on, no longer caring how they perceive you. You know you’re worth more.

Distract with delights so fear disappears until it’s so close you can’t escape and you have a choice of fighting or running and growing more afraid.

Change is loud, so duck your head without hope, unsure if you want their attention or to just disappear back into the shadows where you are safe but lonely.

Paint with foil, the reflection revealing something beneath long hidden and long forgotten. Time to surface now, time to remember the possibility of colour.

Silence is sulking, voicing is accusation. Either way you’re losing, either way you’re in the wrong. Do better.

Sound to ignite a wave of energy, a sign to begin the day and its tasks. Reaching to snooze when nothing is offered, a deadly cycle you slip deeper in and have no incentive to escape.

The strike of the clock thrusts you from that world and creates a two-day block, leaving you helpless, without purpose until a solution can be found. Remember to blink and see what’s real around you.