A Night in the Loft by Horsefeathers10 (3B)

As I walk up the steep, creaky stairs to the loft, I feel its comforting warmth. Quickly, I get changed and wait for Trudy to say her loud prayers, then I start with mine. Mama begins talking about the weather and says that Papa is probably cold and wet. I feel sorry for him and begin to feel lonely without him there. Then Mama kisses my forehead softly and I smell the clean buttery scent on her hands. Soon she is singing the familiar nursery rhyme that she sings to me and Trudy every night with her sweet, soft voice. I glance over to see plump Trudy sleeping beside
me, snoring softly. Mama's soft breath blows out the candle light and we are wrapped in darkness.