In the night
I heard the heavy breathing of my brother.
I heard the sound of the television.
I saw the pattern of little stick people on the roof.
I saw a bit of light.
I felt the soft pillow on my face.
I felt the heavy duvet on my body.
I wondered what I will wake up to in the morning.
I wondered if it will be raining.
By William
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