Baxter dreams of clocks

A boy named Baxter
Lives on a Street of Clocks
Ticking down time
Sleeps on a bed shaped like dilemma
“Everyone hates me”, says the bed whever Baxter lays down to sleep.
Baxter respnds, “Find someone that truly loves you and you will be happier someday.”

That night instead of dreaming of gusts of wind
Baxter dreamed of giant hands
Killing, screaming
“Love isn’t real!”

When Baxter woke he said, “Optimism is what feeds you.”
The bed responded,  “People have their own opinions.”


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