2am Bedtime Stories

September 7th

She heard her name get called so she slowly stood up, the class looking at her. She looked down at her tear stained paper and bit her lip.

"He called me at two am and sounded happy,
He laughed before telling me a bedtime story.

He called me at two am and had a crack in his voice.
He said he was fine then went and told me a bedtime story.

He called me at two am and sounded terrible.
I asked what's wrong, but he lied then told me a bedtime story.

He called me at two am happily.
He said sorry for not calling, then told me a bedtime story.

He didn't call me at two am, so I called him.
He sounded weak before telling me to go to bed.

He didn't call me at two am, and I didn't call him.
I asked my dad to tell me a bed time story.

He called me at four am, but he didn't say much.
He said he loved me then told me a bedtime story.

They called me parents at two pm and told them the news.
There was a note with my name on it, it was a goodbye, and a bedtime story.

I called him every night at two am, hoping he'd answer.
When it said the number was disconnected, I cried and read myself a bedtime story.

I wrote a note to him at two am on tear stained paper.
It said 'thank you so much for the bedtime stories but now I'm telling people our story.

There once was sick boy who called this girl at two am.
He told her bedtime stories every night to stop the nightmares.

Now every night at two am,
She wishes she could've told him a bedtime story, to wake him up from his nightmare.'"

She looked up, fresh teardrops falling down her cheeks as her class clapped. She took a seat and bit her lip.

A boy leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "you were his bedtime story."