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.



Published by: wildbilbo

My name is Kristian Thoroughgood, alternately known as KT to my friends, or @WildBilbo on twitter. As of August 2015, I am forty years old. Australian. My blog is intended to be both a place for me to polish my creative writing muscles (not a double entendre) and for others to read and comment on my musings. Expect short stories, articles, essays and other brain dumps. My opinions are my own, and whilst I take care to be at least moderately informed about any topic I speak or write about, these opinions are subject to rapid change in the face of passionate arguments and greater evidence. Please note - on my blog, Evidence beats Passion.

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