creatures in the dark

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By little_irish_rose

i wake at night feeling cold as ice i listen in the dark to the squeaking of mice though it sounds like that i know it is not it's suddently cold then suddently hot the temperature rises and falls with such speed searching for what i most desperately need my hands are searching all around feeling the bed touching the ground i brushed against something but dont know what it was it was somethig round and covered in fuzz all over i hear the racing of my nervous heart as i listen to the sounds of the creatures int he dark

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