Under a canopy of fluorescing stars that were all too quick to fade, Tyler kissed his daughter’s forehead. And, with a whispered, ‘Sweet Dreams, Fair Princess,’ he went to bed.
* * *
‘Good morning, honey.’ Tyler smiled at the lone figure sitting in the kitchen.
‘How? It’s raining.’ She sighed, taking a long swig of milk.
Tyler laughed at the pout on Eli’s face. It was on mornings like these that he found it hard to believe she was twelve already.
‘Cheer up, we have time.’ He walke