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Under My Grandmaís Stairs

By Jaeden M.


Small but comfortable.  I could

Take a nap, but for some reason I donít.

Smooth, almost soft

On the hardwood floor.

I take my lunch, my blankets and my

Books.  I settle down and stay.

And stay and stay.  I suddenly emerge

In the dark dim place and I maybe

Could bring in a table and a rocking chair.

Itís different and I like it there.