![]() ![]() In the middle of reaching over to grab the pillow next to me to-I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with it, pillow fight Willy Wonka’s evil Oompa Loompa or something-I realized it wasn’t a travel-sized disciple of Satan about to sacrifice me to the Dark Lord. “Shit!” I shouted as my back hit the headboard, and I sucked in what might have been the last gasp I’d ever take before having my throat slit. I swear my soul left my body for one millionth of a second as the two eyes staring at me blinked. ![]() My eyes snapped open at the middle of my “Ahh!” to find a mini demon inches away from my face. ![]() Or pretty close to screaming, considering I was still getting over a cold I’d caught from Josh two weeks ago that had left me sounding like a chain-smoker going through puberty. ![]()
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