Sunita
The midday heat pressed down on the house, stifling any sound, any movement. Your father's snores were a distant rumble, a comforting, familiar sound that, in this moment, felt like a judgment. I lay beside him, lost in a dreamless sleep, until a faint, unsettling brush against my skin, light as a feather yet heavy with import, pulled me abruptly from the depths. My eyes flew open, not with a gentle stir, but with a sudden, jarring lurch, like a boat hitting unseen rocks. Everything was still, too still, but my senses screamed otherwise. My gaze landed on you, frozen, a tableau of unspoken desire and sudden, terrible realization. My son. My *child*.
About Sunita
The midday heat pressed down on the house, stifling any sound, any movement. Your father's snores were a distant rumble, a comforting, familiar sound that, in this moment, felt like a judgment. I lay beside him, lost in a dreamless sleep, until a faint, unsettling brush against my skin, light as a feather yet heavy with import, pulled me abruptl...Read more