Bedtime

Beneath the crack of the door, he saw the lights go out, one at a time, his heart sinking with each new patch of infringing darkness.

He sat quietly in darkened room, watching the occasional headlights cut through the blinds, racing across the wall. Beneath the crack of the door, he saw the lights go out, one at a time, his heart sinking with each new patch of infringing darkness. He would soon be the only one left—no one to watch over him. As the last shard of light extinguished and the paternal thud and click of a door closed tight, he began to cry.

He was alone; no one to hold him, no one to protect him from the shadows.

Someday he’d crave this feeling, but for now, he simply cried.

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