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Shelter (Re-Write)I used to suffer from sleep walking when I was a kid. It was the sort of thing that would freak out my parents. I don’t know why, but I’d get up in the middle of the night and just walk around, trying to find my way out. Sometimes I’d just go back to sleep, pass out somewhere in the house. Sometimes I was able to get outside, and I’d have to walk through the cold woods back home. But sometimes whatever it was I was trying to do, it would sort of get out of hand or something. Like I couldn’t get to where I was going. Or I wasn’t finding what I was looking for.That’s when the screaming would take over. I’d get a real good howl going. My parents used to say it was the kind of screech that took years off you. I guess they were sort of right. Mother passed away while I was still learning how to shoot a gun. And Father finally left this past summer. I don’t know if it was all my screaming when I was still a kid. Or if it was the hard lif