she wanted to wear her
white dress at the
dance
it was the only dress
she had
paired up with some
jewelry and high heeled shoes
got nervous when the time
came close to leave
and she felt like not
going
bitting her nails for a moment
and paced back and forth in
her room
then looked at herself in
the mirror and took a deep breath
and now felt fine
in her white dress
ready to go out
not stressing it
About the Creator
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Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
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Wow! Beautiful poem!