You would not believe your eyes

If dancing bras and singing mini skirts

Woke you up from crying bed.

The horror that would fill your face;

The rush of fear and uncertainty.

Your bed time stories come alive to fill

Your ears with screams of war; pounding sound of mortal engines.

Your shoes run haphazardly and try to scare you

For all the time you never cared for them.

 

Somehow, somewhere

There’s someone out there

With a camera on

Trying to tell the world what’s happening in your little crazy house.

Until the camera comes alive and runs away.

 

Wait, was this real?