I awoke to he sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As i adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, seeping next to me.
YOU ARE READING
Bedtime stories
HorrorIn the nights we´re walking, in the dreams we´re talking. In The stories they tell, It never goes well.
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I awoke to he sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As i adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, seeping next to me.
