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What exactly are you up to

down there?

I'm sitting here, awake,

with a horrified stare. 

Im frozen. Frightened. 

My muscles tightened. 

I hear your heels. 

I know they're red. 

You don't even notice

that I'm not in bed. 

Why are you dressed that way,

from your knees down?

I hate. The. Clicking. 

Your high heels' sound. 

Why are you pacing?

who are you waiting on?

Can I even function

with my sanity gone?

I don't know who you are,

or why you're pacing in my head. 

All I know for sure is that

you've heard nothing I've said.