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The Ceiling Fan is Haunting Me

Every night I settle in bed my silken sheets so cool
I am very tired an fatigued from the day and I fall right to sleep
But in the middle of the night I feel a bite upon my arm and I see the rats crawling from the ceiling
They must be living in the ceiling fan
Then another creature appears in the darkness the flying of bats
Every night is different as a weekly creature feature
The next is the giant snakes slithering down into my bed
I can not take much more of this perscription medication
And the hallucinations
As the ceiling fan is haunting me and I am now.  addicted sleeping with the devil

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Being Me

Awww ...Nancy, the hallucinations sound menacing!  You must wake up feeling tired out. Bless you. Your writing always makes me want to read more from you x

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Nancy Mcgowin

Thanks for your kind words
Best Wishes 
Nancy

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Marion

Nice write of troubled minds Nancy  x

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Nancy Mcgowin

Thank you for your read and comment and yes there are many troubled minds
Best to you Nancy

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