The Covers

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The covers are  always a safe place in my bed. Everyone's out and I'm home alone. I slip under the covers trying not to think bad thoughts. In complete darkness I whisper to myself,
"Is it stupid that I'm afraid?"
"Don't worry, friend, they can't get us in here," it whispers back.

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