Sleep didn't come
easy anymore, the darkness seemed to bring about too many shadows of
yesterdays. When he was a kid he would make hand shadows in different shapes
like a rabbit or a wolf, spending hours (it seemed) until the batteries in his
Buck Rogers flashlight burned out, or his mom opened the door throwing back the
cover he had over his head, scaring the bee-jeepers out of both of them! Sometimes if he were
home, dad would climb under the covers with him and make
his own puppets. Those were special times. Now as an old man he tries to sleep
but the shadows of death dance across the walls playing tricks on his tired eyes.
He had a mind to get his Buck Rogers flashlight out of the bedside stand and
cover his face waiting for mom to come in and tell him to go to sleep
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