I was really mean to daddy.
I had slept upon his bed,
the sofa, for hours.
Then daddy wanted his bed again.

I stretched and yawned.
I gazed up with my watery eyes.
“Find your own bed daddy.
This one’s mine tonight.”

Daddy just looked and smiled.
No anger, no sadness, just a
silent resignation.
“You win darling.”

I watched curiously as the
cushions came off.
You know the ones.
The headrest.

Daddy removed all three
and placed them near the door.
I jumped onto the headrest
and watched.

“What are you doing daddy?”
He laid them down and put
the duvet over.
“Time for daddy’s bed love.”

I watched the light go off.
I waited for daddy to sleep.
Then I returned to my real bed.
Daddy’s chair.

Goodnight daddy.
Sleep well.
Do better in next time.
Thanks for the treats...