“Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Twas his daughter again. She had long charcoal hair, pale skin, and bright obsidian eyes, like her mother’s.

“Daddy, I had nightmares. I don’t like my new room, it’s too dark.”

It had been a full month, every single night. He had pretended to sleep before, ignoring all her screams and wails. These nightmares had to stop. For his and her own good.

He entered her room and carried all her toys outside. He knew she’s waiting there. He stopped in front of her, knelt, and cried.

“Please, be at peace.”



2011 – 2016