Saturday in Pajamas

Saturday nights always dim slower than the week and fill with the smell of berries and tea and incense pulled through open windows. Saturday fans spin air everywhere like balloons untied in the bedroom. My hair twirls to the side of my eyes and I think I look pretty again. If I only stare at … More Saturday in Pajamas

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Scared of the Dark

It’s the time of night when even dogs sleep quietly and the crickets are louder than the cars. The TV is on mute and the fan spins unstably overhead. I have read every email, liked every Facebook post, nobody wants to chat. It’s the time of night I start to feel very uneasy about being … More Scared of the Dark