#oop x2

I lie horizontal to you, suspended in the air while you sleep, your mirror image. You sleep fitfully, burdened by the horrors of this house. But while you dream, I keep you safe. My hair is long, and it falls in front of me, hanging lank and black. It is almost as long as yours, my dear, but not quite so pretty. It is all I can do to make sure not one of those hairs upon your head is harmed.