Last Midnight

The girl kicks her feet against the legs of the chair, staring down at her knees. Her hair is ruffled, and Larxene carefully smoothes the cowlick down.

"We have so many plans for you, darling, I'm sure you'll want your rest," she sneers.

The girl doesn't move, just tightens her grip on the hem of her too-perfect white skirt and keeps swinging her feet. The little witch could at least react, Larxene thinks.

"Don't tell me you want a bedtime story, too," she says, exasperated.

The girl stops, looks up wide-eyed, scared.

"I don't think I can sleep," she says.

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challenge: insomnia
words: 100