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Mr. Noyes won't leave us alone.

Written by Sunhead Prime.

I heard the footsteps before I saw anything.

I had been in the middle of a wonderful dream where John Adams and Dua Lepa rewarded me

for my bravery. As Dua was handing me a comically large sack of cash,

I felt someone spring into my bed,

kneeing me in the growing as they did.

I snapped awake and saw my three-year-old son

snuggling between my wife and me.

Hey, buddy, I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

He's back, my son said, his little voice quivering.

Mr. No Eyes, my wife asked, waking from her own dreams.

Yes, my son answered.

Can I sleep with you, please?

My wife sat up and looked over at me.

Our bed wasn't small, but some little boy slept like a starfish.

If he stayed, I would have to go to the couch.

It was always me who got the heave hoe. I was used to it. I didn't hold a garage.

Okay, I said, who do you want to sleep with?

Mama, he said, snuggling in close to her. My wife gave me a small smile.

At least you're used to the couch, she said, trying to soften the blow.

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