Yasmin climbed into bed glad the day was over. It was inky black in her bedroom, just the way she liked it. If there was any light she couldn’t sleep. She yawned, stretched, farted and snuggling down into her cloudy duvet, started to drift off.

In that twilight place before you sleep but while still holding onto a thread of reality, she heard it.


She kept quiet.

’Mommy can I sleep by you?’ Whispered.

Yasmin froze, holding her breath.

She felt the duvet lift and an icy little body press into her side, seeking comfort. Little arms cuddled her and lay still.

Too petrified to move Yasmin lay there barely breathing.

She lived alone.

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