The Monster in My Sleep
ping, clutchi
e bedroom window. My bedroom
w to my pho
he day M
e godda
d, my heart hammering
The pillow. Dad'
could
to fin
e, a wild hope battl
ere. Pack
ik
ror was back in his eye
d me?" he whispe
u doing? We
He grabbed his box
house. A "For Sale" sign was
e door a crack, her
e're leaving. Ple
d the door
or later told a nosy neighbor
cornered Alex in
ee, Alex? You h
e he was goin
t stay away from u
his arm fr
lled. S
pariah.
cold, coiling
ened when
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