The Dream 'Daddy, I had a bad dream'' I look at you, your eyes blink and your clock glows red in the darkness - it's 3:43am. ''Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?'' ''No daddy.'' The oddness of the situation wakes me up more fully. I can barely make your pale form in the darkness of my room. ''Why not, sweetie?'' I ask. ''Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the think wearing mummy's skin sat up'' For a moment, I'm paralyzed. I can't take my eyes off you. Then, the covers behind me begin to shift.
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