She laid still in her bed
Noises filled with dread,
In this little cabin, she rented,
As a getaway from it all
And every creak every sound
Was to her so loud,
How was she ever going to sleep like this.
She lay there in her underwear,
Under the sheets
Feeling quite scared
And she felt as vunerable and as weak
As any women ever portrayed could have been,
How was she ever going to get to sleep.
Finally overcome by fatigue,
She closed her eyes and was drifting into deep sleep,
When suddenly she felt a strong hands
From under her bed,
Grabbing her waist and pinning down her head
And in sheer panic,
She let out a scream,
How is anybody meant to sleep like this.
Then she rolled over
And on the bed mounted,
On her hands a position to attack with better ease
And she took out her sword
And thrust it through the bed
And in an instant she knew that demon was dead
And the she tipped the bed over
And stared the beast in its dead eyes,
“How am I meant to sleep on nights like these?”
She was simply tired
And wanted some sleep
And didn’t want to be awakened by a beast
And then she sorted her bed and found new sheets,
And went off to sleep again
And this time was away
She found a moment in which she could sleep the night away.
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