Cold The following night was spent apart. I tossed and turned beneath the sheets. Upon morning’s arrival, I didn’t come to any better conclusions. The events of the previous evening were jumbled in my mind, and when I tried to sort them out, I shied away from what I m...
Outing “Lissie,” a small whispering voice invaded my sleep. At first I thought I was just hearing things but then it came again, “Lissie.” This time it was more insistent. I groaned and opened my eyes thinking I needed to lock my door before I went to bed, that way I ...