“Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”
She couldn’t stop trembling. It was as if there was ice running over her skin, making her cringe and breath wind breezes. She holded herself in an attempt of regaining some heat, but nothing seemed to help her end the fear that ate her conscience.
Why did it had to come back?
Why now?
“Can you…?” Oh she feel just like a child now. “Can you stay for a little longer? Please…”












