My pillow whispers
in the dead of night.
It begins
with a “knock knock.”
I refuse
to ask.
“Knock knock,”
he repeats.
Again
and again.
Until I respond:
who’s there?
It then devolves
into bad dad jokes
about gutless skeletons
and outstanding scarecrows.
The whispering
never stops.
It never
stops.
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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