OOC: Charlie Landers. 44 years old. 6'3". 220 pounds. Fit. Short blonde hair and blue eyes.
IC:
When I got home from work, I found my daughter curled up on the couch wearing her comfortable old PJs. She was fast asleep. I knew without glancing at my watch that I was more than 3 hours overdue. She must have tried to wait up for me. Her mother used to do the same thing when she was still alive. In the three years since she passed away, our lovely young daughter took over never ending responsibility of keeping an eye on the old man.
She looked so peaceful lying there that I briefly considered leaving her there undisturbed. Then I remembered all the times I had carried her upstairs when she was a little girl. She had filled out since then, but I was sure I could still manage.
As delicately as I could manage, I gently lifted her off the couch. She stirred, but she didn't wake. Moving gingerly, I carefully managed the steps. When I reached the top, I made a strange decision. Instead of turning left and heading toward her room, I turned right and brought her into mine. I set her down on the side of the bed her mother had occupied for so many wonderful years.
As I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, I wondered what she was dreaming. I couldn't believe what a beautiful daughter I had. I was a lucky man.
Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss on her warm forehead. Her ruby lips curled in a radiant smile, Perhaps she was dreaming I was her prince. I couldn't resist. I placed my next kiss on her sleeping lips.
Before I could pull away, she opened her eyes.....
IC:
When I got home from work, I found my daughter curled up on the couch wearing her comfortable old PJs. She was fast asleep. I knew without glancing at my watch that I was more than 3 hours overdue. She must have tried to wait up for me. Her mother used to do the same thing when she was still alive. In the three years since she passed away, our lovely young daughter took over never ending responsibility of keeping an eye on the old man.
She looked so peaceful lying there that I briefly considered leaving her there undisturbed. Then I remembered all the times I had carried her upstairs when she was a little girl. She had filled out since then, but I was sure I could still manage.
As delicately as I could manage, I gently lifted her off the couch. She stirred, but she didn't wake. Moving gingerly, I carefully managed the steps. When I reached the top, I made a strange decision. Instead of turning left and heading toward her room, I turned right and brought her into mine. I set her down on the side of the bed her mother had occupied for so many wonderful years.
As I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, I wondered what she was dreaming. I couldn't believe what a beautiful daughter I had. I was a lucky man.
Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss on her warm forehead. Her ruby lips curled in a radiant smile, Perhaps she was dreaming I was her prince. I couldn't resist. I placed my next kiss on her sleeping lips.
Before I could pull away, she opened her eyes.....
