Curling up in a cocoon,
Hiding under my blankets,
Mommy thinks I'm sleeping,
But, really, I'm awake.
Her shadow in the doorway moves,
And the sound of footsteps fades.
I hop out of my bed, to
Sit at my windowsill and
Watch the cloudless blue sky.
Hiding under my blankets,
Mommy thinks I'm sleeping,
But, really, I'm awake.
Her shadow in the doorway moves,
And the sound of footsteps fades.
I hop out of my bed, to
Sit at my windowsill and
Watch the cloudless blue sky.
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