I rise from my bed, I have a funny feeling,
I walk to the kitchen, a suspicious scene,
And as I walk passed the sliding glass door,
I am given quite a horrible scare,
For there is a man on the opposite side of the fence,
He is occupied as he stares straight into me, my terror he can sense,
Just then I notice my father at the stove,
He takes no notice to me as he tends to his jambalaya,
I have a vision of my backyard,
A basketball flies over the roof,
It bounces up and down, down and up, without a hand pushing it,
Then in an instant it seems I’ve gone back in time,
I’m again walking into the kitchen, could I be losing my mind,
I walk passed the sliding glass door once more, and my heart jumps right
into my throat,
There is the man again, staring as I choke,
For one second I take my eyes off him,
And as I reopen my them, he is right in front of me,
The only barrier between us is the unlocked sliding glass door,
He opens the door and takes and uninvited step inside,
Frozen in shock, my throat releases a shattering scream,
My father runs over from his pan, they talk it over and become good friends
it seems,
Just then my eyes open, and I lay perfectly still in fear,
I stay completely silent and listen for anything I can hear,
So you see it was just a dream,
But after that, I was afraid to walk passed the sliding glass door for
weeks.

 
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