Creepy Crawly.

A cold, breeze swept over his bare back,

As he lay sleeping.

Still.

Calm.

Serene.

And like a pianist performing a melancholic melody,

Those demonic claws crept upwards

In sinister tempo.

And the bold warrior stood, bolt upright and assertive.

Into the darkness,

The keeper of his beloved bellowed at the creature:

“No! No! No! No! No! No! I will not let you kidnap Baby Joe!”

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