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A Blurred Vision
By Alexis R. Osborne I awoke with a start, Drool hanging from my lip. I reached for the couch, But grabbed only worn sneakers. I threw them with force The thump made me jump. My foot slid on the Lysol Which rolled and hit the wall My butt throbbed from the fall. I pulled myself up And reached for my glasses. While positioning them, I stumbled towards the bathroom, and upon reaching it, I began to laugh at my childishness. It wasn’t a monster or a ghost, Just a watermelon in my white porcelain sink.
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