Written by Lia Tjokro, and published as a part of Porch Litmag – Issue 10, December 2024. Dec 01, 2024
He hated morning, he wished the night could stay longer and the sun never rose again.
At night he could hide under the blanket, pulled it all the way to cover his head, folded his legs in, clasped his hands, and just let the quiet darkness swallow him, and the bonus was: If he was really quiet about it, he could even cry a little.
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He hated morning, he wished the night could stay longer and the sun never rose again.
At night he could hide under the blanket, pulled it all the way to cover his head, folded his legs in, clasped his hands, and just let the quiet darkness swallow him, and the bonus was: If he was really quiet about it, he could even cry a little.
Read the full article here.
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