12: COLD NIGHT

KEISHA

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the gentle warmth of the morning sun tenderly caressed my face, its golden rays filtering through the sheer curtains that danced gracefully in the soft breeze. With a contented sigh, I gradually opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the soft, diffused light that filled the room.

My heart swelled with joy as my gaze fell upon the sight that awaited me – my precious baby nestled peacefully in his crib, bathed in the gentle glow of dawn. His tiny form lay cocooned in the soft embrace of blankets, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony with the steady cadence of his breathing. His delicate features, softened by the tranquility of slumber, radiated an aura of innocence and serenity that tugged at the deepest corners of my soul.

A tender smile graced my lips as I watched him, marveling at the sheer perfection of his existence. Every curve of his tiny form, every flutter of his long eyelashes, seemed to embody a purity and b