Good Morning “Good morning?” Nightmare flicked his eyes’ gaze from the stacked words of his book to the doorway. A small amount of light found its way into the bedroom. Most likely from a torch or candle in the hallway. Lock hung her head and held a pillow in her arms.Good Morning5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Can I sleep with you?” She asked softly. Her eyes were glued to her feet in embarrassment. None of her usual piercings were in, nor did she wear her back brace, much to Nightmare’s despair.
“Isn’t it a little early in the day and a little too late in your life for you to ask something like this?” Lord Nightmare sighed and padded the puffy comforter next to him. Lock obliged and slunk over to him. She slid under the covers and laid the pillow down. Shaking his head, the merciful ruler patted his castilian on the head. “Good night."