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"Last night, Good night, This night, I hold your hand tight, and fall asleep."

The headphones are at full volume, the butterfly wings attached for decorations swaying slightly in the slight breeze. It's a lovely day for a stroll in the park - not too hot, not too cold, and only a few clouds in the sky to prevent the sun from being entirely too overwhelming. Indeed, it seems to be the perfect day for a family-friendly visit to any location outdoors.

But, as usual, appearances can be deceiving.

Her tail sways with the beat of the music as she walks past a small shrub, unaware of the mischievous eyes watching her from the safety of the leaves. Normally, her keen senses, heightened by the soft, fox ears resting near the top of her head would make her fully aware of any potential danger, but today, everything is blocked off. Her ears are flooded with the sound of music, and her eyes shut to fully enjoy the sound. Her sense of touch is focused primarily on feeling her way along the path in front of her, to avoid the occasional rock, branch, or crack in the sidewalk that might get in her way.

As she continues to walk forward on the path, the presence continues to follow her, hoping from hiding spot to hiding spot. It hides in bushes, trees, behind rocks and benches, and even takes advantage of a squirrel munching on its favorite acorn in a particularly desperate moment. But it doesn't matter how much the presence hides or doesn't hide - she doesn't notice it at all.

Finally, it finds the right time to strike.

A small, white, blur of fur seems to dart through the sky, and she turns at the last moment to find her precious angel imp flying at her. She simply smiles, and catches the wayward imp in her hands.

"I must have told you a million times already," she says, her voice louder than usual due to the music still blasting through her headphones, "that no matter how many times you try to surprise me, it's just not going to happen."

The angel imp simply puffs its cheeks out in indignation, and lets out a shrill, unheard squeak as it floats next to its owner's shoulder, where it rightfully belongs. With this settled, she turns back in the direction she was headed in the first place, eyes closed, and a content expression across her face as the music continues to blare.

"Last night, Good night, This night, I hold your hand tight, and fall asleep."

(This was based on Kelsey Helynn's avatar, and was written for free by request.)