terrible things ➳ irwin [au] [discontinued]

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"When the darkness creeps in,
I feel my nightmares watching me.
And when my dreams are sleeping,
I feel my nightmares watching me.
Oh, oh, oh!
I feel my nightmares watching me."

Ed Sheeran - Nightmares

Song on the side >> Ed Sheeran - Postcards

Correct any mistakes, please :)

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"Higher daddy, higher!" The little boy cried swinging back and forth from the swing. The father chuckled as he pushed the child higher.

"Ah!" The boy squealed, joyfully with a big smile resting upon his lips.

"This can make such a nice photo!" A women exclaimed as she ran over to the boy and father with her camera. She peered through the camera lenses and started to snap a few pictures. She smiled when she flipped through the pictures she just took.

"Mommy, can I see the pictures?" The boy asked. He was off the swing now and was walking towards his mother; the father followed.

"Of course, sweetie." The mother agreed, going down to her knees putting the camera out for the little boy to see. The smile the boy had on only grew bigger.

"Mommy, these are so cool! I'm so high up in the air! Then there is daddy down below looking up at me." The little boy rambled on. "Mommy is a great phaw-taw-graw-pher." He beamed.

"Photographer, buddy," the father said, ruffling up his son's hair, "and your Mommy's great at everything she does." He finished, staring so tenderly into his wife's eyes. He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," she whispered with a small smile.

"No problem," he replied, flashing her his dimples.

"Dadd-"

"Aaah!" I screamed, jumping up from the bed. My breath was uneven and there were beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. I hate these dreams; they're punishments. I began to stare off at the empty space on the bed beside me. My eyes stung of the tears that I was unable to shed.

"It's time to move on Ashton." I thought, lying to myself.