Friday, April 8, 2022

Careful

The thing under my bed
    waiting to grab my ankle
        isn’t real.

I know that,
    and I also know
        that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers,
            it will never be able to grab my ankle.

                                        Stephen King, Night Shift

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