Wednesday, March 7, 2012

when I was 5
and I would crawl under my bed
and breathe softly
into the dark
cramped dusty space
until I fell asleep
it was nice
everything confined to that space
and nothing existed
outside of it for a moment
I felt safe and happy
and undisturbed
until I awoke to my mother
calling my name
I saw the light switched on
her feet on the carpet
I would wait until
she turned and walked away
to crawl out into the world again

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