There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
"I can't sleep." she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1am and your home alone.
The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don't have a sister.
The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.
