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

almost any truth if the adults around them keep acting like the floor exists.

I made pancakes because that was the only thing my hands knew how to do.

I burned the first two.

Sonia sat at the table coloring a horse blue. Karen came in wearing one of my zip-up hoodies over her nightshirt, the line hidden, face washed. If you’d seen us through the window,continue reading …