Literature
No More to Leave His Home
No More to Leave His Home
By CallistoHime
Hayley stretched her legs under the covers, roused by the unusual smell of bacon cooking down the hall in the kitchen. She blinked her eyes and rolled over to see Haydens bed empty and already made, with the blankets neatly tucked into the corners and the pillow carefully laid in place. Hayden couldnt cook. Must be Daddys late morning!
She popped her head up and turned to the other corner of the room. The little lump that was Hansen still lay, unmoving, under his covers.
Hanny? she called, bounding out of bed.
A wide pair of bright blue eye