The Sixth: What happens if you go to sleep

My dear, what lovely hair you have.

All the better for you to smell and touch and pull, Monster.

Oh, my child, what soft skin you have.

The better for you to touch and grab and bite with your razor teeth, Monster.

Oh, and this face—what a beautiful face you have.

The better to caress when I stay still and punch and smack when I try to escape, Monster.

And, oh my darling daughter, what a full and gorgeous body you’ve blossomed into.

The better for you to bruise, to touch, to tear apart, Monster.

Love, you are so perfect and beautiful—just like your mother.

Grandmother…help.

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