I Watch From The Window

I watch from the window as she tucks the little girl into bed. I watch as she kisses her forehead and checks for monsters in her closet and under the bed. I watch as she leaves the room and shuts off the lights. I watch as the little girl rolls over in bed and smiles at me, her eyes glowing in the darkness and her teeth becoming jagged, crooked points, and I wish more than anything else in the world that my mom would realize that I’m not the little girl in my bed. 

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