“Does it ever appear
In the middle of the night?
Silent shadows creeping
Tree leaves rustling
Right outside your window?”
***
“Always. Every night,” I say.
“Cause I have bad dreams
Then I turn on the light but
It doesn’t help.”
***
“Oh, good. Me too. I call them
Night chills.”
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