A Story A Day. Story 313 of 365: Anymore.

"I can't go to sleep, he told me he would come before I went to bed". It didn't matter her eyes were closing and that she was dying to go to bed. She held her head up and battled the urge her eyes had to close. She had been burrowed on the sofa, but that had made her sleepy, and she had started to walk up and down the room, she had tripped on the carpet twice, and hit half a dozen of different things, but she wouldn't go to sleep until he came.

The sun had set a long time ago, it was pitch dark outside, the stars covered by a thick cloud cover. She never went to sleep so late, but she had to endure it. She had no other choice. She wanted to see him, it was their ritual. She always saw him before she went to bed. But it had never taken him that long. She kept walking up and down, almost walking on her sleep. She tripped and fell, crying out loud. 

Her mother went on her knees beside her, and stroked her hair. 

-Sweetie, it's time to sleep. 

-But daddy hasn't come yet!- she protested weakly. 

-You need to go to sleep, there's school tomorrow. 

She conceded, but only because she didn't have the strenght to argue anymore. While putting her to sleep, her mother wondered how would she tell her her daddy wouldn't be going back home anymore.