The 3-yr-old’s voice chirped through the baby monitor. Paul pulled the down comforter over his head to block out the increasing brightness. Only a little kid could be that happy this early in the morning. Although Mikey had outgrown the need for a monitor, his early morning sing-song made the best alarm clock.
“Ooh are my sunsine. My onny sunsine. Ooh make me happeeee when sky-y gway.”
He could hear Mikey’s little feet pit-pat around the room, probably sorting through books and toys, looking for today’s can’t- live- without. All he wanted was to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, a sharp “Daddy!” bellowed through the monitor and the walls. Again. Louder. He forced himself out of bed and shrugged into a sweatshirt from the pile by the nightstand.
“Still sleepy time, buddy. It’s too early. Let’s get you back in bed.”
“Daddy!” A short blonde rocket launched at him from the rocking chair in the corner. “I saw Mommy!”
“You did? In our picture, right? There she is. Like we talked about.”
“No!” Mikey went and pointed out the window. “Right up dere!”
“Those are clouds, sweetheart.”
“Mommy was right dere. Mommy waved. Mommy flied in da sky.” Mikey’s round face pressed against the glass.
He couldn’t help it. Kneeling, he pressed his own face against the glass and stared in same direction.
“Don’ cry, Daddy. All gone.” Mikey spread his hands wide like a magician's flourish at the reveal. “Mommy all gone now. ‘kay?”