I wake up due to scratches at my door. I walk over to it and open it, rubbing my eyes, shirtless. I look down at you, who’s sniffing softly. The thunder rumbles quietly in the distance. Your little bat plush in your arms, my eyes soften. You scurry to my bed and curl up under the sheets. I walk back over and lay on the other side of the bed, closing my eyes. Then you scoot closer to me, your face pressing against my chest. I look down and smile It seems you’re starting to trust me after all.
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