
Lying in bed, eyes starting to close
Something bumped into me, so much for the doze
Yet nobody’s here, in this dark little space
Just shadows in corners, I’m still, just in case
I’m really not in here, alone, by myself
Nothing is moving, but the clock on the shelf
I figure it’s my imagination, gone wild, once again
So I close my eyes slowly, and exhale from within
Wait, something’s not right, as the fan starts to whir
Looking around, I can see someone stir
Blowing about on the wisp of a breeze
Moving in circles, gyrating, I freeze
I open my mouth, and scream, quite out loud
Discerning, this vision, of the unearthly crowd
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