Skin

Your daughter:dad I had a bad dream *you lean over and rest on your elbows* You: Do you wanna climb in bed and tell me about it Your daughter: no dad *you feel something is odd and you sit up* You:why not sweetie Your daughter:because when I did in the dream the thing wearing mommy’s skin sat up *you freeze you can’t get your eyes off your daughter. You feel the sheets move behind you it sits up*