Now I lay me down to sleep
To dream of things that ooze and creep,
And should they not want out tonight
I pray for some other hideous fright.
x x x
“Good night my dear,” she said.
“Sleep tight”.
She held me close, turned off the
light.
“Sweet dreams,” she murmured in my
ear.
I hoped for nightmare dreams and fear.
x x x
I woke her with a fearful scream.
She said, “There, there. It's just a
dream.”
I said, “No Dear. Not anymore.
Just open up the closet door.”
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