(100 words) Originally written 3 Jan. 2018
By S.R.A Markin
i lay in my bed
staring at the wall with a blanket over my head
i wouldn’t dare look the other way
they can sense these things
i won’t get out of bed
and walk either
they will only try to grasp my ankles
and pull me under.
drapes cover my closed window
my night-light shines the corner of my room
and casts shadows elsewhere
they play tricks on me.
i lay here for most of the night
trying all kinds of ways to sleep
mom says that my friend is an alien
from the United States.
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