August 14, a date I’ll never forget. I’m a single father, they call me Dan. My wife died a few weeks ago so it’s been hard on me and my only child McKenzie. It was 3:00 am when I heard the coughs of my child, a sad sound no parent likes to hear.
“Daddy I’m cold.”  I heard her voice say from the other room. I got up from my bed and got her a cover out our hallway closet. It was raining really badly so I didn’t bother with the lights, I assumed they were powered off. I put the cover on her and walked out. I laid in my bed for a good fifteen minutes before drifting off to sleep. I’m unsure on how long I was sleep but I woke up to my daughter calling me again.
“Daddy I’m cold.” She was a little louder than before. Her voice sounded shaken, I assumed it was from her illness. I turned up the heat. Once again I did not turn on the lights. I climbed back into bed. This time before I dozed back off I checked my clock. It said 3:25, It felt like things were going by slow, because I put the cover on her around three, and know its 3:25. I shrugged it off, and fell back to sleep. Until about 15 minutes later.
“Daddy I’m cold!” She said even louder than before. Who knew her tiny voice could get so high. I finally turned on the lights and went into my daughter room. When I did that, I finally woke all the way up, my blood was rushing, my heart was beating fast, because I finally remembered that my daughter is at a sleep over.
I heard steps come behind me, “Daddy I’m cold.” A whisper said slowly touching my back.
Daddy I’m cold.