Scared

I remember standing by the door, saying, “I’m scared, I had a bad dream.”

“It’s ok, go back to sleep”, and the door slammed.

I walked back to my room and stared at the ceiling. Cold under a warm blanket and scared about the monsters that stayed.

Counted back the hugs and kisses, or the sweet lullabies that stopped like everything else.

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