Leesa's Advent
When she whispers to me, my feeling is proved correct.
“Leah? Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” I reply softly. “I just had a nightmare, is all.”
Radar pushes herself up and sits next to me against the counter.
“Pretty scary?” she asks.
“Yeah. There were big spiders. LOTS of very big hairy spiders, all over me.”
“Ick,” she says. I imagine she’s grimacing, but I can’t see her face, even from this close. “I hate spiders,” she continues. “Especially big hairy ones.”
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