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same setting from a year ago... i am not sure why, but before the clock strikes twelve midnight, my eyes would surely open no matter what. coffee in bed right now, with a few cookies to munch.... my bifocals, where are they? i need them now...i could vaguely see something crawls on the carpet, making rounds, circling my bed... oh, no, it is hopping towards my comforter... I stretch a leg beneath the pillows something moves very near my toes. i withdraw my leg, alarmed, as it quickly disappears... ...then reappears!  now stationary... this is starting to annoy me... I poke it with a pencil, fear no longer present, now, with my bifocals found. but it hops.....and hops... and hops into hiding down.....down.....below, somewhere inside my comforter. In lieu of me, it is now the  comforted. it is taking too long to come out. .....something i realized just now..... could it be possible, could it remember... i was kind enough not to use a swatter before.... why, i feel like i am being welcomed! we are playing hide-and-seek, a welcome dance it is! here and now, just like before from last  autumn, we are finally reunited, my cricket friend and i....   S a l l y   Copyright  2013      Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
.....reunited.....
same setting from a year ago... i am not sure why, but before the clock strikes twelve midnight, my eyes would surely open no matter what. coffee in bed right now, with a few cookies to munch.... my bifocals, where are they? i need them now...i could vaguely see something crawls on the carpet, making rounds, circling my bed... oh, no, it is hopping towards my comforter... I stretch a leg beneath the pillows something moves very near my toes. i withdraw my leg, alarmed, as it quickly disappears... ...then reappears!  now stationary... this is starting to annoy me... I poke it with a pencil, fear no longer present, now, with my bifocals found. but it hops.....and hops... and hops into hiding down.....down.....below, somewhere inside my comforter. In lieu of me, it is now the  comforted. it is taking too long to come out. .....something i realized just now..... could it be possible, could it remember... i was kind enough not to use a swatter before.... why, i feel like i am being welcomed! we are playing hide-and-seek, a welcome dance it is! here and now, just like before from last  autumn, we are finally reunited, my cricket friend and i....   S a l l y   Copyright  2013      Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
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