She asks me if I will check in on her after she goes to sleep.
I assure her I will.
There is comfort in this trust.
She asked me earlier on our evening walk, “Who would you be most afraid to meet alone… Pennywise or the Grim Reaper?”
I answered, “Pennywise, because with Pennywise you would almost assuredly experience pain.”
“Exactly.” She replied. “If it was the grim reaper, it would just be your time is up.”
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