Witching Hour

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Last night

My father slur-slurred to bed

Leaving me kept up

- against my word -

By that all-knowing ecstasy

(slinky, polka-dotted thoughts of)

You

Shimmering all around me

My imagination reached out into the blackness of the room

With its pink-blue-

Lavender fuzziness

- and I snuggled into it

Dream-like

Adoring.

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It was the silly silver

Star-streaked darkness

That painted those embarrassing smiles on my face.

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A/N: Heehee. My first attempt at writing fluff. It's surprisingly short though.