The bedroom – a strange place
With the setting sun, the four poster canopy bed
becomes a carnival ride of dreams and nightmares
A droning fan becomes
an eerie calliope
Slumbering midnight trips to the bathroom
are walks through the funhouse –
tripping and bumping along the way
A distant night light – another ride
Our eyes adjust to the darkness
and in the vanity mirror we see a monster
Ourselves
Startled and alone, we shiver
The bedroom is a strange place
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