I lay on the rooftop of the teeny little house I had been shadowing for so long. The sun had just gone down and night graced itself with the usual chills and starry beauty.
James and Len. They'd been in there since early that morning with their newborn, Sierra. A pretty little girl she was, but not nearly as pretty as mine would have been. I sat up, staring up at the moon as I brought my knees up to my chest. My heart began to pound at what I was getting ready to do. For a split second, I was amazed at myself, finally feeling something other than pain. Shaking my head and pushing my feelings off, I turned over to sit on my knees, crawled down, and jumped to the side of the house.
I looked inside the window of where I planned to go. A nice little room it was, all painted with pink and trimmed with little girl designs. I dug my nails into the screen and tore into it, very quietly pulling it off and placing it on the ground. I placed my fingers on the window and slowly pushed up. Damn. It was locked.
"Hmph," I said to myself. I had planned for this. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sharp scalpel, cutting a small enough hole into the top of the window for me to reach my hand through, then down to unlock the window. Smiling smugly to myself, I slowly opened the window, making not a sound. I looked around my new surroundings as I stepped into the carpeted room. It was so quiet. I looked around more, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. In the corner was a white rocking chair sitting so peacefully in front of the adjacent plug-in nightlight. I walked slowly towards the chair and looked to my right to see the baby crib. There she was. Baby Sierra.
*****
In the next room Len whispered, "James, wake up."
James grumbled in his sleepiness, turning away.
"Len, the baby isn't even crying." She sat up and pointed to the camera monitor.
"Look!"
James must have sat up and looked at the screen. There I was, standing over the baby crib. James sprung up, now alert.
"Shit!" he mumbled. I gave a crooked smile to the camera.
"Nice to finally see you again, James."
*****
James and Len both sprang from their bed and ran to the nursery while I calmly picked up their sleeping baby girl and sat in the rocking chair with her. I felt almost proud of what I was doing. I rocked slowly with her, intending no harm. She was a rather peaceful newborn. Interrupting my thought process, James threw open the door and ran over to me, stopping short when he saw me with little Sierra in my hands.
