Almost Home

I wake up in a puddle of my own drool. My butt’s in the air and my knees tucked under my chest. I blink, then gasp. I twist and turn and untangle myself with a scream. Only it’s not my scream, it’s little boy’s scream. I’m in my racecar bed, wearing my racecar pajamas. I... Continue Reading →

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