Tuesday, August 12, 2008
You tiptoe stalkingly to the closed door. Afraid of the non-existent floor boards that are sure to creak loudly.
You peer cunningly through the key hole. Afraid that even the slight movement of your eye in front the key hole is sure to alert the occupant on the other side of the door.
You scan the entire premises of the baby crib through the key hole like a trained detective examines evidence. You see nothing suspicious.
You then take a deep breath, step up sharply on the very tips of your toes and very carefully peak around the barely-cracked door, risking all just to know for sure that the baby is still sleeping.
And he is. Peacefully. Totally unaware of the pains and mental strain you just went through to find out for sure that he is totally unaware that you saw him sleeping.