.... shhh.
who is here?
A whisper, hot breath with
breathing behind ears.
I scoot over a bit
To slide your arm off.
Do you dare me,
to pull of the sheet?
.... shhh
Who is there?
A murmur, a... *pift*
Sniffles behind those tears.
Why cry. Just please get
Out of my loft.
before my eyes widen to see.
That mirror monster I cannot defeat.

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When quite nights feel good.