The pink-dotted curtains filtered out the light from the Moon, making the bright colors of the dolls and toys drab. A slight breeze blew, bringing delightful smells of popped corn and cotton candy. A merry tune danced in the air. He stood over her, watching her sleep. He had waited for so long to be on his own again.
Does she see my painted-on smile outlining my Cheshire grin full of pointed teeth? He wondered. Or does she know about the shiny object that reflects Moon’s light on its smooth surface in my hand?
A faint squeak from the floorboards in the hallway alerted him that someone approached. He saw the pale hand open the door a fraction so drowsy eyes could look in on her sleeping peacefully. He turned his head a little to the door as it closed, leaving them alone in the room. His smile broadened.
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