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07:00 there was knocking on my door and a quiet voice asking for me to let in when I finally got to open the door there was no trace of anyone not my sister who never knocked so softly always two quick knocks not my father who bangs on the door as if I've stolen something from him and now he wants it back no, no one was at the door nor the corridor nor the winding stairs that resembled the shriveled oak tree we admired so. (she turned a hundred last year) no, my only visitor was the sunlight creeping her way in softly, silently through the square glass windows I admit I am not a morning person (wrong. I am not a waking up at 07:00 person) if my ghosts are trying to wake me up, its 07:00, too early.
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
07:00am
07:00 there was knocking on my door and a quiet voice asking for me to let in when I finally got to open the door there was no trace of anyone not my sister who never knocked so softly always two quick knocks not my father who bangs on the door as if I've stolen something from him and now he wants it back no, no one was at the door nor the corridor nor the winding stairs that resembled the shriveled oak tree we admired so. (she turned a hundred last year) no, my only visitor was the sunlight creeping her way in softly, silently through the square glass windows I admit I am not a morning person (wrong. I am not a waking up at 07:00 person) if my ghosts are trying to wake me up, its 07:00, too early.
umm,, I went back to sleep and when I did wake up on my own accord it was already 11.00am v. unrevised and probably an uggh thing but I just wanted to write it down. Happens often though.
karandorie
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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