They stand in wait as I look out to the crib. A babe is sleeping soundly as the soft lullabies play on the speaker. I puff out my chest and I stomp across the field of carpet.

I grab hold of the wood and pull myself up slowly, feeling the burn in my muscles as I reach the top.

I balance like on a tightrope as I look down at the babe. So sweet and so peaceful; I feel their eyes burning into me.

I stare for a long moment as I watch the stomach rise and fall with every breath. I reach out my arms, then pull them back.

I can’t do it.

I don’t look to them, I can feel their impatience.

I should feel shame, but I don’t. I can’t do it and I won’t!

I step away and climb back down.

They’re nowhere to be seen.

I make my way outside alone.

Destined to walk without my wings, but stealing a babe is too much to ask. I’d much rather be wingless, even if it makes me an Imp.