In Gabriel’s room there are dusty dark things lurking in the shadows, waiting for his mum to turn out the light. When the door closes they slink towards the bed, scurry up the legs and wriggle all over their giggling plaything
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
In Gabriel’s room there are dusty dark things lurking in the shadows, waiting for his mum to turn out the light. When the door closes they slink towards the bed, scurry up the legs and wriggle all over their giggling plaything