Six Sentence Sunday

Every Sunday, I will share six sentences from one of my works-in-progress.

His mouth looked so soft, and his eyelids were heavy, but his gaze was as steady as it ever was and there was a faint smile in the corners of his eyes. “Go to sleep, sunshine,” he whispered. “Close your eyes. It’s been a long day.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” I said. “What if you disappear?”