It's tail-light flickered red and white.
Making me think of a lazy, obese, shooting star.
I mentioned my thought to my niece on the cusp of sleep.
With a yawn, she dissented, and whispered sleepily, 'It looks like a flying saucer.'
I told her it was much too slow for that.
She snored indifferently.
I bathed in my hollow night-time victory.
And nervously tried to avoid falling asleep myself.
But, soon one could hear a bumbling chorus, resonate through the upper reaches of the house.
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