My Room _verified_ — Cute Reapers In

So now I leave out a thimble of milk and a crumb of bread. They don't eat. They just sit beside it, pretending, and I pretend not to see them pat each other's backs.

The first one, hood slightly askew, was sweeping dust off my clock. Not menacingly. Tidily. Every few seconds, it would tap the hour hand, and a soft chime would echo—not from the clock, but from somewhere deeper, like the sigh of a closing door. cute reapers in my room

They arrived on a Tuesday, unannounced, like dust motes deciding to settle with purpose. So now I leave out a thimble of milk and a crumb of bread