Sleepless

It starts small, a gurgle here, a giggle there.

Slowly, it increases in volume and intensity, until it pierces the still air with a high-pitched wail.

Laying in bed in an empty house on a moonless night, I think to myself:

Is there anything more horrifying than a child’s laughter?

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