Sapphire
It was becoming increasingly difficult to store enough food in the fridge to feed him. They needed to keep up with his 6-year-old metabolism. She'd have to go to the grocery shop later and get some money from her stockpile. Will her children be like this? Would she be surrounded by small monsters who would eat her alive?
Her imagination conjured up a scene of two little boys wrestling on the carpet. They both had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, as well as Dawn's slightly crooked nose.
But they'd have her mouth and mannerisms as well.
Dawn would then call at them to stop fighting and come over to the dinner table.
She'd smile at them and their antics, and as they sat down, she'd kiss them on the cheek.
"Fire?"
She finally snapped out of it. "Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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