Go Back To Sleep
A dream and an empty bed is all he needs to panic….
“Mina, say goodnight to Appa. He won’t be coming back till tomorrow morning” you said, sitting down on the floor beside her where she was playing with her toys. Having got her attention, you passed the phone to her.
“Appa, are you working?” she asked. Being almost six years old, she was now well acquainted with her father’s chaotic schedule. His late nights, weeks off on tour and sleeping over at the practise room or dorm were very normal to her - something which he hated, but couldn’t really avoid.
“Yeah, I’m working.”
“Are you making a new dance?”