September 15/365 Dreams 5

My mother was flummoxed. Every night I woke screaming and calling for her; all I could tell her was that “the puppets are getting me.” They came up from the side of the bed, and it didn’t matter if the bed was pushed tight to the wall, or if blankets were stuffed in the crack. Every night. Photographic evidence? Perhaps.

killer puppets
Given how much Cheri liked to torment me, I’m betting that Mickey Mouse had something to do with my nightmares!

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