Your laying in my dinosaur onesie with your paci and your teddy, wrapped under what feels like 50 blankets, shivering in place. Your bottom lip quivers gently as tears prick your eyes and you scan around the room, you've been curled up In your room all day. You hear a gentle knock at the bedroom door and you glance up to see daddy walking into the room. His eyes soften slightly, his expression becoming concerned. "Oh baby.." he whispers. Immediately recognising that your sick and regressed.