Lying there squeamish with fear, the calendar flaps from the wind, started
you sit up, looking, hoping, praying, wishing nothings really there. The
glass figurine falls and shatters, you don’t move, your to unaware. You get
up, feet hitting the floor you cry out in pain, realising its just a shadow
in the windowsill. Keep walking out, razing out the door, it slams behind
you, a scream seeps out, falling to the ground crawling down the stairs,
your shit sleeve tears, confused you turn around to see your deepest
nightmare looking into your eyes, you then wake up it was just a dream and
its morning, you look to the floor and see the shattered glass figurine lays
apon your floor and somehow your sleeve was tore ….
 
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