she fell out of the wrong side of bed even if she had a bolster
she rolls over and hits the floor in a short instance
but she doesn't realize it and continues dreaming
it's a thud that wakes her father up, so he picks her up and puts her back in bed
the pillow always covers her face, like there's no room for breathing space
but it's comfortable.
sometimes it gets cold, but she hates blankets and kicks them away in a nightmare
she's a strange child
it's an obsession they inherit
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