Trapped

I wonder how long I’ve been stuck here? It’s got to be more than an hour, the drool has dried and I can barely feel my arm anymore.

I’m so bored but I’m trapped here till she wakes; till she cries; till she needs me.

Who am I kidding; I’m here forever.

…

It’s not so bad.

This week’s response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt ‘Bedtime’ from the blog ‘Lillie McFerrin Writes’. Click here to read the other stories.

And yes – this me and my own little L.

🙂

Thanks for visiting.

KT