And some mornings you wake up, and she's right there with you.
You thought she'd left. In fact you counted on her leaving.
Because it's hard to keep the dark in, when she's lighting everything up like that.
And you want it to be dark.
You need it to be dark.
Otherwise you'll see the dirty dishes on the desk.
And who knows; you might be compelled to clean them ...
She isn't really there with you.
She really did leave some time ago.
And you regret counting on her leaving.
It really is quite dark in here . . .
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