some day he'll save me and we'll disappear

When I'm scared, I watch the boy in the window across from mine to help me fall asleep. He is my bedtime story, and he keeps the monsters away. I watch him laugh and jump off his bed when he is alone. I watch his brothers beat up on him. I watch his mother scold him. We are both so powerless. I believe that some day he'll save me and we'll disappear, wriggling free from this place like little Houdinis. - Angela Palm, Riverine