By Lord Pepem
It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human
sound. I held my breath and it happened again, then again; it was footsteps on
the stairs. I tried to whisper,
There's someone coming up the stairs,
but my breath was cowering, I couldn't shape it. I squeezed Kevin's wrist in pulsing units, three pulses, then two pulses, then three
pulses. I was trying to invent a physical language that could enter his
sleep. "but after a while I realized I wasn't even squeezing his
wrist,
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