As I looked around the house trying to find the misplaced remote again, I caught my reflection.
Exhausted. Scratches on my face. Some sort of ooze dripping from my shoulder.
It could be anywhere. Items go missing all the time.
Random cupboard doors were flung open with their contents strewn everywhere.
Bedtime approaching, my anxiety increased knowing I would be woken abruptly many times through the night by the most anguished cries.
I realized it wasn’t a poltergeist. Far more terrifying. I have a toddler.
My Beast. How did we get here so fast?