My Night Time Writing
I heard dad making coffees for him and mum.
I heard mom's or dad's footsteps as they left my room.
I saw the pictures out the corridor.
I saw the shadows of the things that were in my room.
I felt a slimy caterpillar.
I felt my blankets over the top of me.
I wondered if there is a monster hiding under my bed.
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