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 Night Watchers

     At night I feel them. I want them to come. I watch from the window, making sure to leave it ajar so the cold air creeps into my room. I know the coldness will keep away the demons waiting to torment me. I lay down on my bed and know I will soon be safe.

     Before they enter the room I feel them. At first, they hover at my window, then slip through to fill my room with their cold, lifeless bodies. From their mouths comes more frigid air which fills the room and pushes the demons into the darkness. Under their watchful eye my memories slip away and my soul is finally free.

     They are kind to me for they remember, what it was like to be human. They remember the pain, the joy and the sorrow and so they protect me. I find solace in these peaceful nights when they watch over me. No tossing and turning, no haunted memories of faces and facts that cannot be changed. 

     That all fades when the first beams of light penetrate my window. They scurry from the sun causing the icy barrier to shatter. My soul, which was drifting in the room with them, is shoved back down my throat into the labyrinth of my pounding heart.

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