You Both Failed at Making Yourself Small

As a young girl, i would sneak down the hall to watch TV. Sometimes it was fear of ampires; even though i had carefully tucked my bed covers under my chin and gripped the covers tightly against the mattress with clenched fists. On one particular night, i became so tired that i could no longer stand behind the door without giving myself away. Yet i wasn't ready to leave the warmth of the light and the ness of my appearance. Instead, i lay down in the hallway just beyond the doors. I knew i could lie here undiscovered, until i felt ready to return to bed. Suddenly, i awoke shocked by a deep silence in the house. I recognized that the television