This dream is driving her up the wall.
Every night she can hear them call.
She doesn’t want to go to sleep at night.
But people always tell her its all right.
She’s walking and she knows what she’ll see.
Down a long hall then she bumps her knee.
Doesn't pay attention to what's around.
She stops at a closed door; she hears a sound.
The next thing she hears is someone calling out.
Like they are hurt; she looks all about.
The door is locked and she can’t find the knob.
She can’t take it anymore and she begins to sob.
She screams as she looks up and sees the girl.
The girl is suspended in the air and begins to whirl.
She wakes up sitting in her safe and warm bed.
Every night this dream haunts me in my head.
MISS SEXY MAMA
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