Life=Cruel

I woke up to a chill running up my spine.
My mind kept screaming at me,
“Something is wrong, something is wrong!”
My bare feet fell upon the cold floor.
I moved slowly, eyes opening and closing.
I wanted so much to turn back around and climb into my warm cocoon.
I reached the window and my hand grabbed at the curtain and pulled it back.
There he was.
He was looking out his window, curtain pulled back.
I bent down to the floor so I would remain unknown.
Peeking only my fair eyes above the windowsill I watched as he creaked back his window.
A pillow in one hand.
I moved to the side a bit to try to see what he held in his right hand, but I could not.
A sick smile jumped suddenly to his face as his left hand picked up and reached behind the curtain.
My heart jumped then sunk as my tired mind processed what had happened.
His smile did not fade as the baby came into view.
Eleven years old was the boy, and so much unkindness, evil.
I wished I had stayed in my cocoon, safe from this knowledge I now had.
I didn’t want to think about it, any of it.
His smile stayed, perhaps even widened as he laid the baby into the cradle.
Laying the pillow behind the dead angel’s head.
He looked at me, made eye contact.
Still, his smile did not leave as he pulled the window closed.
At the same time we both pulled shut the curtains.
No thoughts entered or left my head as I shuffled back to my cocoon.
Life is cruel.