Funny
“Mommy?”
I opened one eye, finding the clock. 2:46.
“What’s the matter, sweetie?” I asked my four-year old without stirring. Lately, she has been having nightmares; nocturnal visits have become regular occurrences.
“I feel funny.”
Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed. “Come to Mommy.”
My hand touched Amy’s forehead. A shiver traveled through me; I realized that she really did “feel funny.” The reptilian creature who had once been my daughter bared its razor teeth, tearing my flesh.
Now I understand—
I turn to my sleeping husband; I can almost taste the blood.
“Honey…? I feel funny.”
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