Poppy Playtime Chapter - 3
He laughed—a dry, wheezing sound, like a bellows running out of air. “He is the breath. He is the sleep. He is the dream you’ll never wake from.”
She ran.
The air in Playcare was wrong.
He laughed—a dry, wheezing sound, like a bellows running out of air. “He is the breath. He is the sleep. He is the dream you’ll never wake from.”
She ran.
The air in Playcare was wrong.