In the Tall Trees (Little Voices #1)

by Angel N. Van Atta

And in my dreams, when my body dies, the blackness finally comes and I smile 'cause it’s better in the blackness 'cause the bad man can’t reach me there.

As I waited, my eyes growed heavy, and sleep came and took me into it. Like a warm hug. And I let it take me. ‘Cause at least in my dreams, I’d be far, far away from here. Far away and safe.