Bedtime Stories TGBedtime Stories

Andrea groaned under the covers of her bed. All the lights were off, except for the nightlight in the corner which cast a cool, blue glow to push back the shadows.

She'd been sick since Friday after getting out of school. So many precious days of the weekend had been swallowed up, along with the short holiday she'd been looking forward to. She hadn't thrown up in a while but her stomach didn't feel much better than when she was. The bucket was still by her bed. She leaned over to look at it.

Beside her in the bed, along with a pile of plushies, tissues (both new and used), and a sealed bottle of Pedialyte she'd been sipping from, was the tablet (in its waterproof case, just in case) her parents never usually let her use in bed. She didn't feel like raising her head up for a distracting game or even shutting her eyes to listen to some music she liked.

She just wanted this over. The aches in her little body. The tenderness and pangs in her stomach. Her mom had obse