Ceiling stares back at me as I look up
Eyeballing imaginary cracks
Making up stories in my mind
About the elongated shadows cast by the
Dim orange lamp.
I want to sleep but every other minute surprises me
With a groan, maybe a whistle
Then there's a thwack, a thump, a thud and perhaps even scratching.
I smile, secretly wondering what if the Doctor was real, or
Maybe even the moving castle with turrets of smoke and a fire demon engine.
But no, it's only the wind
Trying to be stealthy, as it pushes rain clouds in the night.
I hear rain in my dreams.
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