#Chapter160
He said we could clean it up in the morning but he made me let go long enough to wash my hands. I grabbed it back as soon as I was done, not even waiting to dry them. He had held Freddy for me while I had washed and he handed them back after trying his best to dry our joined hands after he had dried my free hand.
I had never been scared of the dark, so I didn't really understand why it suddenly seemed to terrify me. Even after nightmares before, I would be fine after I realized it was just a dream and I was awake.
/"Can we turn all the lights on?/" I asked Deacon as we made our way down the stairs. He said that we could. He let me flick the switch to the living room, ridding it of any nasty, lingering shadows. He did the one to the kitchen.
/"My feet are cold,/" I told him. The paci was still in my mouth but I had found that if I pushed it to the corner, holding it with my teeth, then I could still talk.
