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Midnight Tricks

Tip toe tip toe [[creaaaaak]] tip toe tip toe little white ankle socks slide up brown wooden stairs one...two...three...four....five....six....seven...eight...nine...ten...eleven...twelve... one set of stairs down tip toe tip toe light gray sweatpants sweep the floor tip toe tip toe !!OW!! she stubs her foot in the dark tip toe tip toe only a few more stairs left to go the light from the moon shines through the window in the door tip toe tip toe a big Steelers football jersey covers her black and gold tip toe tip toe last step to go -sliiiiiideeee across the floor a hand with light pink nails reaches out sliding across the pale white wall fingers find a light switch ((click)) blue green eyes peer around the room wide eyed like an owl (0,0) the coast is clear socks -sliiiiiiiiiideeeee across the tiles little black lines dissecting the white [craack] the freezer door pulls open {{{{{brrrrrr}}}}} the cold air sweeps over her her hands search the shelves numbly .......Finally!! the treasure she's been looking for !!chocolate chip ice cream!! she sets the white and black tub on the white counter pulls the brand new lid off [[creeeeak]] pulls open a draw --sliiink-- the silverware chimes she takes out one small shinning spoon and closes the drawer --sliiink-- the silver slides into the cold pile of white and black she slips it between two pink lips mhhhhhmmmm she closes her eyes and slips in another bite container now cooling her arms mhhhmm!! she hears a deep voice grumble behind her she slides around and faces the giant behind her a potential dragon his face marked with scars of battle wounds and age he raises the bushy white-blond eyebrows that line his crinkly blue eyes and nods to the stairs she flashes her white teeth smiling up at the big bear innocently "Hi Daddy!" she says cheerfully -caught in the act

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