She was half asleep when he finally called.
"Hello?" She mumbled, turning on her back to stare at her ceiling. "What's wrong, you didn't-"
He interrupted with, "Sorry about not calling yesterday. I was busy."
"At two am?" She frowned, catching on his lie.
"I was working a late shift." He explained, telling another lie. "Just lay down." He mumbled.
Soon her head was filled in a tale of a brother and sister lost in the woods.
She fell asleep that night, wondering why he would lie to her.
YOU ARE READING
2am Bedtime Stories
Short StoryHe called me at two am, and told me a bedtime story. [This short story is based off a poem I wrote in ninth grade. It will be on the last chapter.] **Please don't skip ahead to it. Also, pay attention to the dates** Completed
