He entered the window.
I was so afraid of disappearing. THat strange thing a magician left on my arm was a real pain in the ass. Randomly, I disappeared into another dimension, were everybody was dead and scared.
He asked for staying out the glass. I told him to get in so nobody could see him.
He's a skeleton after all.
I covered myself with a huge blanket. It was cold out there...
So I entered my bed, and saw him sit down in front of me, watching over.
I joked about a lullaby.
So he started singing a song from Michael Buble. I think I had never heard him sing before.
His voice was velvet. Deep, and low. Like a whisper.
It sang me to sleep like nothing had done before...
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty, I know she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones