Then dives behind the bed.
A soft breeze flows in through the crack in the window,
Causing the shadows to dance around the empty room.
Leaping, hiding in every nook.
A lone candle powers a game of chase.
Can you feel the warmth on your fingertips while you try to follow the swaying wick.
The sound of thunder crowds the room.
It's echo suffocated the life from the weaving glow.
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