I used to share a bunk bed with my big brother
We would stare straight up and talk about the day before
My little sisters mattress was on the floor
We all piled up stuffed animals at the door
We were young, we were sane
We were different yet the same
We were proud and hadn't met Shame just yet
We stood in the corners of the hallway when we were bad
Discreetly telling stories hoping not to get yelled at
And we could only hope we wouldn't be there all night
Our little legs would eventually give in
I can still smell the carpet floor, of the old bedroom
The aroma of burnt plastic and Dusty toys
The cobwebs in the heater, behind the bed
Thoughts of monsters and whatever was in my head
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