"You stay there and rest, okay?"
\Offering no resistance
Turning out the lights
Closing the door behind
In darkness.
\Attempting to make sense
Of what had just happened
A mind playing tricks
Or hallucinatoins?
\"Maybe that's what it was?"
Speaking to the night
Maybe it was only a fantasy?
He is definitely the stuff...
That real dreams are made of.

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