It is at the end of the day that dusk is approaching. Still closing the curtains, not to let in. Fetching pillows, blankets, covering. It can be the cold, or the eyes that is looking if we let, it; Not that there are any, but it, feels like that. Of course, it’s night, and creatures thrive around that time, similar to the depths of our oceans, big, but not so we see them. Like a large octopus, with arms all around. The table, the chairs, the bed. Really quite warm, good to keep, feel safe with. That is the night, day, it is different.

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