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Alone Under The Bed by Emma B

The blanket frowned,
As another dust bunny crept closer like a tiptoeing tiger
Not making a sound.
Under the bed for nine months.

The blanket was soft and there
So why, she pondered, am I alone?
Remembering the years of care
Being a super-girl cape that fluttered in the air
An invisibility cloak to hide from mom
Warmth to cuddle at night.

A long lost friend, the blanket thought.

The blanket yearned,
not knowing
That she was loved… a lot!
Not just a lost toy.

But for now,
She was gone, the blanket knew

Gone.

Gone.

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