Trapped

Bedtime

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

 

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