He sat waiting for me

He always sat waiting for me

Every night he would wait for me to wake up

Every night he would stare at me, waiting

I never knew why

I never knew what he wanted.

All I know is that he had tendrils full of dripping spikes.

Eyes so bright, they burnt into my mind.

Breaths so haggard I felt breathless

And then the most confusing of all

Was the charming little smile he would give me every night.

He sat waiting and watching for years

Until

I woke up to him next to my bed

He gave his sweet little smile before leaning in

And whispering into my ear.

"It's Time"

~♡

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