Bedtime...
A quiet and peaceful time...
Sacrosanct...
A pleasing and relaxing moment of taking stock of the day and your place in the world...
Unless Mr. Bridger tucks you in and begins to whisper a bedtime story to you...
A bedtime story that turns out to be his story...
A story that led him to you and you to him...
You might not survive this bedtime story...
In Gallowtree, again and again and again...
Sleep tight!
