the being in the room down the hall
There is a being in my life who is too shy to say hi. They live where I live, and loves to hide in the room down the hall, where the door is barely cracked open. I can see them when I pass by, when I hurry into the room next to them, they stand by the door. When I turn they are gone, but only from vision. I used to be scared of them, but I have learned that they intend no harm to me. I do wish I could speak with them, be their friend and hold them close, but I am a simple child who does not how. They have been there all my life, for as long as I remember, and I do wish they never leave.