Court Ordered Daddy
I woke up in my crib, not unlike many mornings before this one. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here. I remember at one point trying to making notches in the side of the crib to count the days, but he found out and made me stop by putting my hands in these thumbless mittens. I must be here a few months now. With my mittens I pulled on the leach and turned my collar around so I could roll over, then I punched my pillow a few times and stared up at the dangling mobile. There was a light...