He awakens with a start. His eyes dart around cautiously; quickly he throws his hands under his blanket, his limbs becoming tangled in a mess of writhing sheets. "It's gone..." he stammers in confusion while wrestling with the bedsheets, searching for whatever-IT-is.
Clearly my sleep will be disturbed tonight.
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1 comments:
I see you're still writing. good job. xxx
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