Next morning I woke up in bed alone. I'd fallen asleep with my head on daddy's chest and when I woke up in the middle of the night I was on my side with daddy spooned behind me, with his arm around me. I grabbed it, pulled myself tighter against him, and crashed again.

So the lack of the big, warm daddy in bed with me was disappointing. I sat up in bed and called out, but there was no response. I rolled to the edge of the bed and dropped my feet to the floor. Then I stood up, and stretched. The latest geek shirt I'd robbed from him...