Ever since I can remember I haven't been able to sleep with a limb of mine off of the surface of the bed. 
I am always scared that some type of green, scaly, warty hand is going to come up and grab me.
But I was thinking the other night, so what if it did? Where is it going to take me? It doesn't have to be a scary bad awful place, it could be wonderful with rainbows and clouds and softness and happy times.
So I tried to reach my hand to the side of the bed then all of the sudden that happy cloud face changed...
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