He sat on the edge of his seat, reciting words he’d read a thousand times over because his audience would accept nothing else, “…and they rode over the mountains with caution, for night was approaching. And winter will bring an icy sting to any darkness.”
But something was missing this time. No commotion or motion from the stands. His viewer had fallen asleep some time ago, beaming from ear to ear, even without her ensnaring quilt.
Closing the book, he wrapped his muse into a loose bundle, doting a kiss on a dreaming brow that made her sigh contently. “Enjoy your own adventure, angel.”
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Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And out of all the ones I wrote for this week, I think I enjoy this one the most, because sometime sap is good.
I hope you all enjoy!
shadetheraven 
What an “audience”. Sell-out performances. And a public that just can’t get enough!
Nice one.
And even the reruns are just as much fun as the premiere.
Thank you very much!
That is so lovely.
Thank you Sally!
I get a real daddy-daughter vibe with this, which works quite well. I love the sentiment that he needs to read the words precisely because she won’t accept anything else. 🙂
And yet he will gladly do it over and over again.
Thank you Mayumi!
That was lovely. Very enjoyable.
Thanks Sandra!
Those days were precious. At first I really thought I had missed a connection but I’m glad he wants to be the best for her. 🙂
I’d like to think he tries his best.
I’m glad to hear you enjoyed Lorraine!
I like the way you left this open for interpretation on who the reader and audience are. My first thought was that he was reading to a daughter or wife who was confined to bed. Nicely written!
Could be either or. Either way, it’s the little moments that bring the most joy I think.
Thanks for reading!
I agree with the previous comments that say how lovely this is — such a beautiful moment.