It’s after midnight-thirty and I’m doing my nightly
walk-thru before heading to bed. I’m
making sure the cats have food so they don’t wake up olivia by crawling all
over her head; checking to see if the sliding glass door is locked with the
stick in place; bringing glasses with liquids into the kitchen so the cats
don’t dump them over; and checking that the garage doors are closed and the
door between the house and the garage is locked.
All is in order.
I shut the final light off on the main floor and head
upstairs. I take a right at the first
landing and lift my eyes. Sitting
cross-legged with her arms down to her sides, her crazy ass hair falling down
around her naked body shielding the majority of her face, and her dull eyes
looking at me is the 8 year old.
Me: WTF???
Liv: I can’t sleep.
Me: Yah, well, I’ll
probably never be able to sleep again.
You look like the creepy little girl out of every horror film and I need
to go change my pants.
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