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The House After Everyone’s Asleep (Or So I Think)
I stay up late for the quiet. I tell myself it’s self-care. A sacred, silent retreat after the house finally exhales. Except Harper sleeps in my bed. And somehow, somehow, even asleep, she is still touching me. Her feet dig into my back like a nightly massage from hell. Not soothing. Not gentle. Just tiny heels…
Crumbs and Chaos 