Ill Will
Diana woke up in a start, her hair sticking to the side of her face. A tiny spot of drool darkened the sleeve of her shirt and another was collected at the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away blearily, glancing around in the dawn lit bedroom. Joshua was dozing in an armchair, though she couldn’t remember when he had moved from the floor, his head bobbing slightly with each breath. On the couch, James was fast asleep, snoring gently. The noise was impeded by the couch cushions, which James’s face was buried deep in, his face entirely obscured. She felt something. She didn’t know what it was. It was some strange, ominous presence. Startled, she glanced around the room as if she thought she’d see some shadowy figure looming over her, but the room was empty except the three of them. She
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