Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

The instant something brushed against her, Spur startled awake, her typical wariness of the world at large kicking into overdrive. The sight of her father's face, coupled with his familiar scent, caused her to relax nearly as immediately. "Hi, daddy," she croaked in a sleepy voice, smacking her lips a little as she pushed herself into an upright position. She felt woozy, her head swaying slightly, although eventually she stilled.

Larkspur took a moment to blink the fuzziness out of her eyes and gather her bearings. Her gaze then wandered to the nearby branch. "What's that for?" she wondered, lips curving into a slight, weary smile.