It came to visit last night,
as I laid sleeping in my bed.
Did you meant to wake me up?
Were you watching as I slept?
First came the unease as I felt the chill,
then came the noises all about the room.
Whatever have you touched?
Or were you also startled?
Then the images came,
as I huddled well-aware.
Something’s poking out
maybe trying to tell a tale.
Long white finger’s poking.
Then an attempt at an embrace?
Not just gonna take it, I thought,
so I crossed you out.
Then a warmth spread,
maybe I passed a test.
A peace within as I fell asleep,
and there were no more dreams.
Visitor.
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