The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

it again.

Not while we ate.

Not while Sonia happily told us about spelling class.

Not while we washed the dishes together.

Before bed, I stopped outside Sonia’s room.

“Have you really seen him every night?”

She nodded sleepily.

“He comes when it’s really dark.”

“Does he say anything?”

“No.”

“He carries something.”

“What does Mommy do?”

“She never yells.”

“She just continue reading …