You were twitching again last night. As if your bed got bugs. Maybe because it was your dreams? Or did you find me? Well, you’re not supposed to.
Your bed sheet slipped until to your middle gut. So I slid it back on your shoulders. The pillow that you were hugging fell on the floor. Don’t worry, I retrieved it and put it beside you.
I made sure everything was good just like before you were just drifting off. Tonight, I’ll do it again. I’ll do it every single night you’re sleeping.
Please, don’t look for me. Don’t look above the ceiling’s corner. Or else you’ll find me. Trust me, you’ll not like what you’ll see.
And yes, tonight, I’ll be watching you. Again.