Life is taking control. I don’t like it. I’m thinking of a master plan to be rich, therefore we don’t need to work much, which gives us more time to each other.
I lay here next to Daddy, listening to his snores. I know he’s exhausted. I’m not. I can’t sleep. I wish he would take me, here and now. I fear waking him up. He works so hard. I want him to sleep as much as he can, but I’m selfish. My natural being is selfish. I want to wake Him. Taste Him. Give my body the release it’s craving, but I control myself. He needs His sleep. So I will be patient. Sweet dreams Daddy.


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