They came crashing down upon my head.
"The books are coming. The books are coming!"
I woke up suddenly, screaming into the night.
My father came, his tiny daughter in a sweat,
"No books," he said, quieting me down,
"Now go back to bed."
Two more years of night terrors ensued;
Every night the same dread.
Books became my friends,
The night terrors came to an end.
(c) Gwen Beauregard - (02.19.11)
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