“Stop joor. I can hear you and I wasn’t sleeping.”
Chuckling “You were not sleeping, just shielding your eyes from the piercing darkness abi?”
“I have had a hectic night shift, I don’t think my brain has the capacity for these your riddles yet.”
“You’re the one with all the riddles oh, lying there screaming at grandma in your sleep. It was really creep.”
“I wasn’t dreaming, just admit you woke me up for a cuddle.” with a grin he stretched to make room on the couch.
With the flick of a switch, she retreated to his heart.
Written for Friday fictioneers are writing group/challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It has been a while I have written a story and I loved writing this one hope you love it too. Please click on this link to read other stories and on this one to join the fun. (Have a go!)