Leo was having one of his bad dreams again. One of his childhood. His father cornered him, holding a belt.
"It's for the best, son," his father snarled.
Just as he was about to whip the belt at Leo, everything froze. "Waffles?" he questioned.
He woke up in his cubby bed to the smell. He had been sweating in his dream, but not stinky sweat. More like tears.
Leo walked out into the sitting area. He was still wearing his "Come to the dark side, we have cookies!" pajamas as he stood in the entrance.
"Waffles?" he questioned like a seven year old.
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"It's for the best, son," his father snarled.
Just as he was about to whip the belt at Leo, everything froze. "Waffles?" he questioned.
He woke up in his cubby bed to the smell. He had been sweating in his dream, but not stinky sweat. More like tears.
Leo walked out into the sitting area. He was still wearing his "Come to the dark side, we have cookies!" pajamas as he stood in the entrance.
"Waffles?" he questioned like a seven year old.
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