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As I sit here alone in the dark damp house

I hear the silent squeaking of a small gray mouse.



Millions of thoughts run through my head

Then I hear a rusty squeak of someone sitting up on a bed.



I become aware that someone is there

And I slowly walk up the large wet stairs.



As I near the door someone is throwing things around

Then suddenly a pin drops on the ground.



I thrust the door open

And what do I see?



Your big brown eyes

Staring back at me.