Bamboo blinds on the window.
Tiny slivers of light.
A door with no lock.
The four-poster bed.
Each post like a sentry.
The faint creak of the door.
The soft rustle of sheets.
Dolls that look on with painted eyes.
The click of the door as it closes.
Stuffed animals that lick away tears
with soft and furry tongues.
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