Nighttime and the rain lashes against my windows
I can hear cars splashing by
the cat meows feeling offended by the rains
and I'm only worried about what's to come
the beginning of the many rituals
that one must let oneself bleed into
coagulate into night
lie horizontal and breathe rhythmically
shut eyes and hope to dream
unawares of what happens around when I sleep
does somebody stand near my bed and watch me
or stroke my hair, sniff my shampoo
maybe they sit next to my pillow
waiting for me to wake up
so they can say boo!
and I'd die of a heart attack
only to wake up again
and say what a nightmare it was
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