i | 11:00 pm
ii | 11:02pm
iii | 02:28am
iv | 07.35am
1. The Eyes
WAKE UP
1.
Sounds in another room.
That's how it starts,
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Shuffles
And
‍creaks.

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Then there's the sound
Of his door opening
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And a chink of light
Moving across the floor,
Up the wall.
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The boy shuts his eyes tight
So it looks like he's sleeping.
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DAD
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TURN ON NIGHT LIGHT
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Someone turns his nightlight on.
The door closes,
Pulls shut with the soft
Sound of things
Fitting together.

But the walls in this house
Are thin enough,
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And the boy opens his eyes
And his ears.





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LISTEN
2.
He hears
Footsteps,
next door.
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Listens to a chair ‍
S
C
R
A
P
I
N
G
Across the linoleum
Kitchen floor.
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The
‍Chink of a glass
Set down on the table.
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Then the voices start up:
Back of the classroom
Confessional and
Secret sounding,
Beneath speech
Above a whisper
.

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It's a voice he knows well
This is dad,
And a voice he knows
Almost as well
This is teacher.

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Sometimes she helps
After school:
Drives him home
Makes him spaghetti bolognese
Reads him stories
About giants and witches,
Makes him wash his hair.
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She's speaking,
He gets some of it.

- But George you have to think
what's best for him..


Division, homework
Schedules, late notes,
Weekends and Little Chef
Carparks. She smells of mint
And knows the right things to say
And when to say nothing.

- Yes, I've talked to him

- So you've told him?

- Not yet

- George, he understands
more than you think.
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There are things,
This is true,
That the boy doesn't understand.
But then,
Some things he understands just fine:
5m, 10m, front and back crawl.
He has the badges to prove it
His towel is covered in tigers.
He knows his nine times tables
And a trick with his hands to show it.
He can do long division,
He knows the first three stories in the Bible
And can sing hymns from memory.
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He has gold stars in his workbook,
And, before today,
He was always well behaved,
Polite, quiet,
He reads well above his age,
He likes to draw.

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Yes, as a rule
He is good at understanding
And the parts of things that
He doesn't understand
He gently twists into meaning.

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Blue and yellow blocks of Lego
On the floor
And a half drawn picture of a fire engine.
No firemen
Just the engine
And in the background a house
On fire,
Yellow and orange,
A red sky topped with a centimetre strip
Of dark purple smoke.
The paper is tacky with wax,
Shiny with colour.
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He understands
Parts of things.

- You've got to do what's best for him.
Sorry, no, for you all

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And the parts of things that
He doesn't understand
He gently twists into meaning.

Sometimes he's unsure
If he's dreaming
Or listening.

- It's been three months
George, he has to talk to someone

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It's all in and out of focus
And the parts that he hears
He understands only as parts
Like words he doesn't know
Or a language he doesn't speak
He is awake but he's exhausted.
It's been a long day.
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- I can't thank you enough
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- Promise me you'll talk to him



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Moonlight on his sheets
Like a bowl of milk.
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♫ Itchy cotton mooner ♫

He thinks of the song in Japanese
That his dad plays
At night
In the empty house
Whilst he pushes the vacuum cleaner
Across floors and into corners

- This can't happen again

- The parents?

- They understand.
But George, you should talk to him.


Over and over he's heard
That song,
Tried to untangle the sounds,
And he's built out a story
With its own logic.
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♫ Something in the kitty, Charlie? ♫

Yes, as a rule
He is good at understanding
And the parts of things that
He doesn't understand
He gently twists into meaning

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Now there are other noises next door Things being put away
Metal on plates,
Glass on metal,
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Footsteps
A door opens,
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Street sounds,
Then closes.
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More footsteps,
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Dad opens his door,
The boy screws up his eyes
Feeling suddenly ashamed.

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Dad kisses his forehead
And pads softly out the room
The boy hears him going up the stairs
Door sounds, some creaks,
And then silence.

♫Twiggy moving in the ball pit, eh?Twiggy living in Scarborough, eh?♫


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BOY
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TURN OFF NIGHTLIGHT
3.
Later, the boy awakes in the dark
And everything apart from the house is quiet.
He huddles and hears things.
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Just creaks really,
But strange night sounds
That could be anything.
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He opens his door,
Shuffles across the hall
He stands at the bottom of the stairs.
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One foot on
One foot off.

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He thinks to himself,
What sleeps in their room now?
What's changed?
What new things could be making this noise?

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He starts to sweat,
He holds his hand
Buries his nails in his palm
To get a grip on himself.
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He hears the noise again
And wonders,
It could be anything
But really could be only a handful of things
He thinks
Listing them off on his fingers:
Mice,
Wood moving,
Dad working,
Sub sigh dance,
The pipes,
His ghost.

He starts climbing
One foot in front of the other.

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There it is
In a latch of moonlight,


Lying there
Like an eye at the bottom of a well.


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It's all hair
The boy shrieks
But it's inside himself
It rattles about in his head
In his chest up and down his arms
Sprouting hairs
Long nails
Snouting at the carpet
Curling about and about and
Finding a spot
To sleep.

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He wakes
He's in his room downstairs.
He is sweating,
He needs the bathroom
But he's scared of seeing himself in a mirror.
3.
All night the boy thinks he must be awake
But keeps waking,
Which means he must have slept.
And by morning he's worn out,
Worn thin and frightened.
But it feels like a dream
Which melts away
As dad pours
Thin milk over Shreddies,
Throws the sheets in the washing machine.

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The boy gnaws on his finger nails
And answers dad's questions
But he's not listening he's looking
Through the open kitchen door
Into the hall
Where he swears he just saw,
Staring right at him,
A pair of yellow eyes.

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CHAPTER 2