down at her sleeping daughter, as she sat on the bed.
A tear streamed
down her cheek, as she attempted to touch the sleeping child. Marthas hand passed
right through her daughter.
her lip in frustration.
Sandy had cried herself to sleep. It had been a terrible day at school. The kids
had teased her, and none of them really liked her.
Especially the snide, rude little black haired boy who sat next to her in Science class.
He was creepy.
He teased her constantly.
all of this. She watched over her daughter 24 hours a day, seven days a week. She saw everything; she knew everything that happened to her from the time she got
up in the morning, until now, when she went to bed.
her hand across her daughters face.
up with a start. She clutched tightly to the plushie in the bed next to her.
warm. Something from her past. Something she hadnt felt for over a year