Snore, snore, snore, snore.
The breast moved up and down, up and down and side to side. Expanding and becoming compact. Again, and again, and again.


That did not scare you out of your delicious skin, you stupid human! Why not? You’re demanding scary…do you really want scary? Do you really want me knocking at your door.
No! I think not. But I will. Very soon now.

Just when you’re alone, I think. When the lights have just gone out. I’ll creep up the driveway and I’ll look through those dark windows. If you hear a noise…no matter what…it’s me. Tap, tap, tap.
Oh, and that cat miawing?
Yes, that’s me. I’m pinching and prodding at it until it squeaks. Then I come for you. I open your door and climb your stairs until I come to your bed.

Then…I’ll stand over you. I’ll rub my teeth on my lip and then…


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