As I sooth your tired tootsies, I hear you murmuring. What is it I hear?
Po-leece! Po-leece!
Ah, I hear now. Please, Please you murmur. Do you mean that you are pleased, or are you begging me please to keep on? Either way, my skillful fingers sooth away the pain from your arthritic feet. You are pain free for the first time in months. The massage is so soothing, the absence of pain so welcoming, the rush of emotion from the relief of freedom from the closet so enervating, that you drift into peaceful slumber.
Quietly, restfully, so as not to disturb you, I pull the comforter over your body. But as I creep quietly from the room I whisper a last message into your ear, a message that subliminally wends its way into your subconscious, to be with you always.
I whisper, so softly, yet so clearly to your quivering ear,
I leave you now.
But know this.
When you least expect it -
I
WILL
BE
BACK
[Cackle cackle]
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