Downstairs is all in turmoil. The furniture is playing at ghosts, all wrapped up in sheets and the telly's gone into hiding. And my blankie is missing. Last night, she went to bed early and I crept into the bed when she was asleep.
When she woke up she seemed astonished to see me. I woke up momentarily and knew immediately I was sleeping in a wet patch. After the last incident I didn't want her see it so I went back to sleep until she left the house.
I wonder when she will be back. I have already eaten my breakfast. It could be hours. I'm going back to bed.
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