The Bowman pt3

What started out as 3 parts is going to be 4, just felt like this little tidbit was necessary

The night started out as most others did. Mr. Douglas had just put his children to bed and the lights in their rooms had been switched off. He lumbered to his own room where his wife was already in bed waiting for him. They talked for a little while. Idle chit chat about the kids and something about her mother. It was around this time when something finally changed about the Douglas' routine. Suddenly the light in the children's room flicked on and a scream could be heard the next block over. Mr. Douglas came running. "What's wrong?" he asked. His daughter explained that she had a terrible dream. "I dreamt a man was working late and something stung him like a bee. Then he starting to puff up like a big puffer fish but all his spikes flew off and hurt other people." Mr. Douglas held her tight and explained "It was only a dream darling, it wasn't real." This didn't seem to comfort her as she cried "But it felt real!" Mr. Douglas again tried to comfort her "Dreams are all in your mind, if you try hard enough you can make a dream into anything you want it to be. Next time you dream of the puffer fish man think about how silly he would be if he had marshmallows instead of puffer spikes." This got the girl laughing so he decided to continue "or maybe when he puffs up its because he ate too many pancakes and he's too stuffed to move or that he drank a great big soda and has to burp!" She laughed and laughed and finally agreed to try going back to sleep. He leaned down to draw the blankets over her and as he did gave her a kiss on the forehead. She was already starting to fall back to sleep when she whispered "I love you daddy." He smiled as he turned back from her bedroom door "I love you too, goodnight darling." The entire scene intrigued me. I was so desensitized to the routine nature of the Douglas family that this little hiccup in that routine caught me off guard. For the first time since I'd been watching them I realized why I needed them so. My master's sent me nightly to use the sinner's crimes against them and deliver the just punishments to those who deserved them. Needless to say there were not many people who were happy to receive them. My existence had become gray and cold to the world of the living. Until the Douglas family had shown me why I do what I do. It felt as though by delivering fate to the guilty, the innocent could sleep a little more soundly each night. And as I entered the shroud of nightfall to begin my own routine, it was a feeling I had no intention of losing.

Author's Note

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