I watched his gold scales shimmer
in the faint glow of my nightlight...
I was so scared of the dark
so I pulled him gently from the water
and watched him dance in my hands.
He looked so happy,
and I knew he'd keep me safe
from all the ghosts who were peeking in from the hallway.
I laid him on my pillow, right next to me,
and watched him breathe slowly.
Now his eyes were glowing
under the milky way of plastic stars
that shone down from the plaster heavens
of my ceiling.
He started breathing real heavy,
I knew he 'musta been scared of the dark too
so I read him a bedtime story
and petted him through every word.
It took him a while to fall asleep
but once he did I gave him a goodnight kiss
and pulled the blanket over my head.
No ghosts or icky dead things will get us now Swimmy...
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