First, I woke to gaze at the moon, pouring into the bedroom. Then I opened the bathroom door and found a pajama-clad goblin inside. If I hadn’t been so awake from the moon, I might have jumped. But my brain was functioning and we conversed like it was the middle of the afternoon, casual questions, casual answers. I put the goblin back to bed. Two minutes later I encountered it again. I sent it to back bed. Thumps and squeaks, little footsteps down the stairs. Now asleep on the couch. Will the sound of typing keys one day comfort the goblins? Sometimes I wonder.
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