Seven by D.I. Jolly Bethany sat alone at her desk, sipping tea and impatiently waiting for her dream to fade. It was her least favourite of the ones that reoccurred because it was both the most realistic and the one that took the longest to leave after she woke up. It had started, as far…
“Yeah, I dreamt that a demon leapt onto my bed out of the shadows, held me down and ran his nail over forehead while screaming that, if I wouldn’t choose to see the truth he’d pry open my third eye and force me.”
At age six he thought she was the most beautiful women he had ever met, other than his mommy of course.
At age five he felt like he’d lived a thousand years, and pretending to be a child for 16 hours out of every few years was difficult.