Oreo Thief

Her father stood in the cool light from the window,

Water running, his hands covered in suds.

She spoke loud and he peered over his shoulder,

It was nap-time but there was something

Sitting on the counter, calling her.

Eventually she raced out, holding two in her

Hands in delight.

Her heart pounded as she raced into her room.

Footsteps followed,

They were going to check on her.

She dove and crushed

The two perfect Oreos beneath the dollhouse.

The door creaked open and the blankets swallowed her

Whole.

When the door shut she snuck up

Her eyes dancing at the cookies squashed into the

Carpet. 

She peeled what she could off the

Floor, chewing softly before the cloudy day fell

And she slept.