Snap, Crackle, Plop
He was there again last night. Behind me, embracing me. His lips had found the nape of my neck; and then everything went wrong. I fell, rather violently, down a flight of stairs and heard screaming. So much screaming. On the way down I heard the sickening sound of bones breaking and felt a sharp snap in my back.
When I woke I found my pillow soaked with tears.
No more late night chili snacks.
When I woke I found my pillow soaked with tears.
No more late night chili snacks.
Gee, i was getting worried reading the first paragraph.
First timer here. It's a great blog. ;)
Thanks, honey! I was worried dreaming it! I'm glad you stopped by!
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