pillow forts

do you remember the day we built our first pillow fort? it must have been in 2005. you told me to
come inside, so i crawled into our secret cave. you closed the curtain and i got scared (i didn't like
sitting in the dark back then), but you said don't worry , i brought a flashlight so i
didn't worry at all. we sat around quietly and stared at the ceiling. there was no need to talk for there
was no one hear us. we didn't feel lonely. our little fort protected us (from all the angry eyes watching
us at night)


when we were young, these eyes were those of scary little monsters hiding under our beds. but we
grew older and so did them; one day they took the shape of shadows, then the shape of men.
watching us, not only by night but throughout the day. their eyes following our every move. you and i
were still close back then.

but i knew you had started reading my diary while i was at school. maybe this was my fault at last, i
shouldn't have written down all my secrets in a stupid book. i shouldn't have kept any secrets from
you in the first place. i knew you knew them all. and i looked into your eyes and saw that they were
angry, too