Untouched

There was a hint of drowsiness in the young girl's soft voice. She squinted lazily like a cat, her speech filled with a hint of coquettishness. Frank walked in with big strides. His eyes quickly moved downward to his phone that had been discarded on the carpet, untouched. Before he came back, he suspected that Lucille had tampered with his phone and taken it away, but now, it seems that it must have fallen out of his pocket when he was bending over earlier. Frank stepped forward. He did not bother with the phone on the floor. What he did first was tuck the blanket around Lucille and ask, "Are you sleepy?" Lucille hummed with her eyes closed. Her voice was so delicate as she murmured a single word, "Sleepy." Upon hearing this, the corner of Frank's lips were tugged upward, and his eyes were filled with warmth. Lucille's breathing was steady. It seemed she was having a particularly sweet dream. Frank picked up the phone from the floor and left the room. Standing in the dim corridor, Fran