In honor of finishing (!!!) the bear of a rewrite on the middle section, I decided to post something in honor of one-line Wednesday.
I’m cheating a little bit, because it’s actually two lines.
John opened his eyes. I met his gaze. “Are you a demon?” I asked.
He laughed. “You mean you don’t know? I’m not a demon. You are.” Then he passed out.
What is it with men? Always falling asleep at the most inconvenient times, like when you want to cuddle, or when you need more information on your demonic heritage. How rude!
