Stupid Baby

Her chest collapsed, the impossibly heavy baby still perched like a Buddha. She felt the blood flowing up from her throat, choking her, but that didn’t even matter since she couldn’t breathe anyway.

It took a long time to die.

She woke up and tried to scream, but couldn’t. It was almost exactly like the dream. She stared around wildly, expecting to see the baby in the room, even climbing up onto her bed. There was no sign of it.

She breathed a little easier, still shaking. After a few minutes, she calmed down, and felt the first wave of anger.

The baby! The stupid baby. It had caused this dream. She knew it, just knew it.

“You’ll pay, you little brat. You’ll pay.”

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