Months ago, I turned down a neighbor’s offer of a dog and I never forget to turn off my Television. However tonight, I wish this were different.
The evening is warm with an ever so slight breeze, which sighs unheard through a broken window. Oh, how I wish that shattered pane of glass were simply a tempest’s misdeed.
Tonight, I’m home alone and I really wish those footsteps I hear creeping up from behind, could be my imagination gone wild. And as I turn to face my terror, I wish I could die of fright.
Sometimes, wishes do come true.
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