The Nightmare
With my heart in my throat
I could hardly breathe
As I peered fearfully
Into the dark shadows.
Shades of grey,
Indistinguishable shapes.
A small cry escaped me.
A hand reached out
To draw me close.
“Hush,” he breathed,
And I smelled his familiarity
As his warmth enveloped me.
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