Pillow

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Amid ardency, I quietus.
Together with the roaming scuzzball, hideous.
A cockroach patrolled near my cushion
Loathsome creatures, envisioned destitution.

Slumbering into my itty-bitty mattress, stink?
Flabbergasted, what is that scent? Sniffed.
Sighed, anticipating relieve
But what happened was conceive.
My optic widened, snapped my finger
Delighted of the notions appeared.

Wait!

Can't see anything, why I am wobbling?
What is happening?
Am I ensnared?
No answered.

Chimera.

Awakened by my fantasy.
I sense boiling in my body
Full of raining spots, yucky!
Dumbfounded by what I saw
Mountain of spittle on my pillow!

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