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Stormy Night
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Favorites Lightning illuminates the room
The toybox, the nightstand, the bed
A wimper comes from under the sheets
The little boy covers his head
His breath falls short
When he hears the house creak
Or was that the closet door?
He makes a muffled squeak
Lightning strikes once again
Causing him to jump
Losing balance, he falls to the ground
Landing with a 'thump.'
Face to face with the floor
He clenches shut his eyes
Something scuttles under the bed
He slowly starts to rise
"It's not real" The toddler thinks aloud
While climbing into bed
But as soon as lightning strikes again
The covers are back over his head.
Aww this one was cute :) but sad at the same time. What inspired you to write something like this?