She ambles on the rugged sidewalk in the tenebrous moonless night
There's no foreboding gripping her chest and no dark physique lurking around the corner.
She senses no queer figure shadowing her to shread her raiment.
As she saunters down the sidewalk, no soul apprises her that she ought to not be meandering unchaperoned.
As she jolts back to actuality, she discerns that her amble down the sidewalk was a reverie.
She stands on the facade facing the shimmering lights in the gloaming, knowing she is frail in the hours of darkness.
"That's what I dreamt of, " she tells me, "An innocuous world. "
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