It was a dark and cloudy day. Drizzle deliciously descending despite my deliriously fervent desire for the contrary. If not for the Displaced Dinosaur,Rampaging Robots, Mythological Medieval Hero, I probably wouldnâ€™t have survived the morning. (Thanks, Doc!)
What’s that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye?
What’s the footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they’re all just waiting, perhaps when we’re all dead.
Out they’ll come a-slithering, from underneath the bed.
Oh, and I made a mail run too.