Pure innocence.

When the music stopped, I turned around. The room was quiet and eerie but somehow the music had made it appear soothing. I continued to hum the words of the forgotten song as my feet, stuffed into peach coloured boots, made their presence known across the wooden floor. The moonlight twinkled in its scattered rays across the floor and my thoughts followedthe dust that danced within them. My footsteps although light-footed seemed loud and masculine against the empty sounds of nothing. I stopped in the middle of the floor and heard my breath catch up with me while my heart played its never-ending bass tune.

My eyelids fluttered as I blinked and then suddenly he was there. His hair was in disarray by order of the forthcoming storm, his eyes, a blue that seemed not natural, with swirls of the ocean, dabs of sky and the haze of midnight. They were looking straight at me, their pupils focused and I watched as they examined my tiny face, my cascading ruby hair, with it’s random curls and my emerald green eyes that contained slivers of mahogany, My peculiar mouth and my densely dispersed freckles.

His eyes blinked with indifference, he’d seen each little detail a thousand times before. Although that didn’t mean they weren’t important. I took tiny steps closer to him and my velvet dress bounced around my naked legs. The room seemed brighter somehow, even though the last candles were burning low, their flames casting unfamiliar shadows on the deep blue walls.

My eyes suddenly giggled with anticipation as I reached his side.

He towered over me, not menacingly but in a way that made me realise my respect for him. My soft crafted hands touched his trouser leg and tugged at it playfully, my curls dancing in the same rhythm. I reached upward to him, stretching out my fingers, growing onto my tippy toes, giving myself to him entirely.

“Daddy” I mumbled with a heartfelt smile as my eyes glittered under the light.

“Becky” he uttered, softly, his knees bent and his hands found my tiny waist and grasped it lovingly. His arms took me and surrounded me and my legs dangled happily by his waist. I snuggled my head into his damp, cotton t-shirt. It felt cold against my skin, while his arms felt warm, such a contrast made me smile.

Goosepimples appeared all down my arms and he kissed my hair, dipping his moist face into it. No more words were said, no more needed to be, our eyes and our seemingly ordinary action said everything we wanted to say.

He held me for a long time and soon my eyes gave in to drowsy temptations, my eyes closed against their will, in some kind of hurry, I willed them back open.

He spotted me and a grin won his expression.

“Sleep Becky! Let your eyes close” he murmured softly, almost cooing at me. I gave in.

“Night Daddy!” I mumbled, my eyes already closed, as my father carried me up our staircase and tucked me under the puffy duvet, my head atop fluffy pink pillows. He kissed my forehead and I knew that he would be there in the morning.