That they are just monsters in my dream- w skins like mine &smiles to deceive.

Tell me that they aren't my actual friends but preys of misery &insensitivity.

Tell me that there's other alternatives; that this aren't vital signs of an imminent outbreak.

Tell me that when we all wake up in th morning, we'll be rewarded w more patience &strength that we can find in our christmas stockings that we hang on th wall beside our bed.

W a note that santa said, sorry for th late present; this will last forever &can never run off!