After the kids stopped coming to the door, I fell asleep in your room. In a dream, you appeared fully grown–your silhouette pushing against the frosted window pane.
You pushed harder and harder, but to no effect. You moaned and, as if inspired by your madness, a wind began howling and thumping against the window; I wanted to let you in, but I was scared. I awoke.
Then I saw the empty crib.