Daniel Merriam
I open my eyes.
I see weird creatures.
The man in the moon.
Circus men.
Why are they in my room?
Have they come for me?
To kill me?
I hear laughter.
Hysterical laughter.
The circus men are clowns.
They are waving sharp knives at me.
I need to escape.
I can’t.
I’m tied to my bed.
They’re coming closer.
The laughter is getting louder.
I close my eyes.
The room is quiet.
I open my eyes.
The room is dark.
I glance over at my chair in the corner.
There’s a red balloon tied to it.
Floating in the air.
Oh no!
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