It's three am
I hear him whisper
"Mommy, I'm scared."
Now 40% of my bed is taken up by a snoring ghost baby.
Goodnight Collin.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
It's three am
I hear him whisper
"Mommy, I'm scared."
Now 40% of my bed is taken up by a snoring ghost baby.
Goodnight Collin.
Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.
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