All of us were there,
At least those who share
This solitary abode.
I with a suspense novel
and you three bearing no device.
As I drifted in a world of words,
Two were at rest at my feet.
The third a ball at my side.
None of you know that while you slept,
I stopped my journey,
To watch you sleep
And was happy you were there.
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