Alone In My Room
I would wake up, dazed.
And maybe a little curious.
Wondering why I was just panicking.
Is it because I’m alone in this room?
Or because I’m surrounded by all the people just outside this room.
Yes, I’m slowly being surrounded.
But I’m safe if I keep that door closed.
It’s as if I’m creating a force field around my room.
One that is putting pressure on the door, preventing it from opening.
Yes, that makes sense.
But I wasn’t prepared to hear a knock.
A disruption.
Oh, she’s just saying goodnight.
As long as she doesn’t open the door…
I can continue my panicking in peace.
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