She was staring at her phone in anticipation, praying he didn't forget like he did two days ago. As soon as the phone started ringing at 2:30, she picked it up.
"I was worried you forgot." She frowned as she looked at her lap.
"Sorry love. I'd never forget." He smiled. It sounded like he was jumping on a trampoline.
He sounded way happier than the night before. "What do you want tonight?" He asked.
She thought about it for a minute, biting her lip. "Cinderella."
He kept jumping on that trampoline as he told her the story of a beautiful girl falling in love with a prince.
She fell asleep, happy.
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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
