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Familiar Touch

He stretched his arm to the other  side of the bed,

to search for comfort next to where he laid.

The familiar touch was not there as before,

the space was bare and the sheet was cold.

The panic was now quickly setting in,

as he jumped from the bed to the floor on a whim.

He sprinted to the wall to give the room some light,

praying and hoping things would be alright.

The room now lit, he began his search,

for the dear sweet face which made him feel safe.

Then he saw a glimmer beneath the sheet,

his face was brightened as he made the leap

back into bed, his face so red,

he hugged his phone till it was dead.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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