Knock, Knock.
Who is at the door? (Originally published on Literally Literary on Medium.com)
She rolled over in her sleep, half-awake in the effort. The warm blankets dragged her deeper into that helpful abyss of REM sleep.
knock, knock.
She rolled over in her sleep, half-awake in the effort. The warm blankets dragged her deeper into that helpful abyss of REM sleep.
knock, knock.