Yesterday morning, KS stepped into the bathroom with this look of guilt. I paused with one foot halfway out of the shower and gave him an enquiring lift of an eyebrow.
"Sorry" he said.
"For what?"
"I dreamt of Samara (the horror flick currently in cinemas) and was fighting off the ghost and injured you at night?"
"Really? I don't remember at all!"
"Yeah, you said, "Ow! My hair" "
I can't even ban him from watching horror films now coz he never watched Samara in the first place! Now, what horror movie should I be dreaming of tonight?
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