5th June, 2012
A Tuesday morning spent alone, in fear, of course
At home, of all places, where as I’ve said before, the toilet seat is always the most comfortable,
Not yet legally able to drink wine but also too young to be charged with arson if I needed to set my house on fire,
But before I get ahead of myself, this may have been a terrifying nightmare instead,
Nothing but vivid memories of hugging my pillow at night, thinking that the monster under my bed would finally come out of hibernation, all in the middle of the night,
I am still quite afraid of the dark, but these days instead of hugging my pillow, I am too tired and too old and I tend to pass out before I get the chance to think about the creatures under my bed.
Nessa 🖤
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