Sticks and stones. Paperclips and dolls. Pens and phones.
They come alive in your absence. They talk and play. They party and pray. As inanimate as they seem, don’t let them fool you… for you’re their prey.
They hate your presence; you deprive them of life. They despise your dabbling; you pain their frames. They hold meetings behind your back, they scheme and they plot, their plans vile with intent, and your demise is their goal. So, beware their presence as you dim the lights and drift to slumber. For they watch you sleep, and they enact their evil little schemes. So many times before lady luck took your side, and so many times they failed. But you never truly know. For tonight may be the night, when lady luck changes sides.
So remember to stay vigil as you drift to never-land and keep a mace swift in hand. Lest this glorious starry night be your very last freight.
