The Watcher in the night

Smurfette wrapped in a blanket. Despite the fact that she was already wearing a pink cardigan, it didn’t get any warmer. Suddenly, the door on the opposite side of the room swung open, and a whole pile of firewood on Smurf legs entered the house. There was a sigh and the wood fell into the woodpile, and Smurf appeared in front of Smurfette in a leather vest, with a neatly trimmed chestnut beard and a tattoo on his right arm of a red heart with an arrow through it. “It was a good night,” Hefty Smurf said, lighting a fire in the fireplace. “This night is invigorating, smurfy-cool.” “That’s pretty cold,” Smurfette said, turning the page. The gray binding of the book glistened in the glow of the fireplace. When the fire was burning in full force, the house became warm and cozy, Hefty Smurf sat down on the bed not far from Smurfette. “What are you reading?” Hefty Smurf asked, he had never seen such a book before. “Well, this is a guide to the life and habitats of trolls,” said Smurfette. “You’re going on an expedition again,” Hefty Smurf frowned. Smurfette, noticing the slight sadness in Hefty Smurf’s eyes, put the book on the nightstand, took off her half-glasses and fluffed her hair. “Well, no,” she smiled; the infectious smile was passed on to Hefty Smurf, who clung closer to his wife. “Dreamy Smurf can do it very well himself.” Smurfette lightly threw off the blanket and Smurfette’s mother-of-pearl pajamas, covered only by a cardigan, and were revealed to Hefty Smurf. “And then, how can I just smurf you to the mercy of fate?” She herself bent forward to meet Hefty Smurf. Smurf correctly grasped Smurfette’s mood and kissed her tenderly and tenderly. The Smurfs, without stopping the kiss, indulged in caresses that were still light: Hefty Smurf’s left hand fell under Smurfette’s back, holding her, and his right hand kneaded her chest. Smurfette didn’t lag behind either, responding with even hotter waves of kisses, stroking Hefty Smurf’s shoulders with her hands. She gently and confidently massaged his shoulders, moving on to his biceps, as if testing their strength on herself, and then she went up again and continued moving to the Hefty Smurf’s sternum. Smurfette was about to throw off his vest from her husband when she turned her head to the left, opened her eyes slightly and with her peripheral vision noticed how someone’s blue face flashed from the top step of the stairs in the shadows. The Smurfs instantly stopped their passionate kiss. From the second floor the patter of running feet could be heard. “Outrageous!” exclaimed the annoyed Smurfette. The Smurfs got out of bed without saying a word, Smurfette put on pink slippers and both hurried to the second floor. The second floor was dark and quiet. Only a muffled chuckle was heard from the side of the bed. Smurfette winked at Hefty Smurf, and they began to tiptoe towards the crib, in the depths of which a muffled laugh could be heard. “So, who is still awake here?” Smurfette stalked like a panther, smoothly and inevitably, ready to pounce on the mound under the blanket as if it were her prey. “I caught you!” Smurfette laughed, grabbing the baby blanket, from under which a pink Smurf hat was sticking out. And the cap was put on… a teddy bear. The laughter became louder, and it took incredible effort for some to not laugh out loud. Although, why resist? “Well, get out!” Hefty Smurf laughed, crawling under the bed, trying to grab the cheeky Smurfling. But the pink nightie deftly climbed out from the other side. The Smurf girl could no longer hold back and laughed wildly. The black-haired girl did not stop laughing, even when her mother grabbed her and threw her into her crib. “Look, Hefty Smurf, what a spy we have in our house!” Smurfette purred, hugging her daughter. “And why aren’t we sleeping, huh?” “Well, you…” the girl laughed. “You are so boring, you say sleep and sleep, but you smurf yourself!” “And I think that someone hasn’t stood in the corner for a long time,” said Hefty Smurf with false menace, hugging his girls. “Well,” the girl pouted. “Daddy, it’s cold, dark and scary in the corner!” “But you have a protector!” Hefty Smurf picked up the teddy bear. “What did he do wrong that he needs to stand in the corner?” the girl asked, pulling the bear towards her. Hefty Smurf couldn’t find anything to answer, but Smurfette came to his aid: “For example, he mumbled about how you still haven’t fallen asleep,” Smurfette and Hefty Smurf got out of bed. “Now go to sleep, unless you want to stand in the corner all day tomorrow.” The girl realized that it was useless to argue; she buried herself in the blanket with her the teddy bear. “What about a fairy tale?” she asked in a pleading tone. “I already told you a bedtime story,” Smurfette narrowed her eyes. “Well?” the girl rolled her eyes pitifully, and her mother could not refuse her. “Okay,” Smurfette sat down on the bed and motioned for Hefty Smurf to sit down next to her. “Well, listen, a long time ago…”