Stupid Baby

She got out of bed, slipping on her house shoes in the dark.  That baby. That stupid baby. She heard her mother’s words in her mind: ‘If I were going to kill a baby, I would smother it with a pillow.’

She glanced at her Mickey Mouse clock with the glow-in-the-dark hands.

Two-thirty a.m.

She tiptoed down the hall, opening the baby’s door without a sound. She walked over and stared at the crib. It was too dark for her to see if the baby was awake, but she suspected that it was. Now that she thought about it, she’d never seen it sleep.

‘It will now,’ she thought angrily.

She picked up one of the throw pillows off the window sill and tiptoed over to the crib. She tried to be very quiet, afraid that the baby would begin screaming, but it didn’t.

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