By Laura N. Clement
Word Count: 144
Undercovers,
windows open,
awake,
not sleeping,
I wish to dream.
Body tired,
Eyelids drooping,
I long for peaceful sleep,
while fresh aromas,
in spring air magic,
waft the sheets above my feet.
I dare not rest.
I dare not nod.
I dare not move an inch.
A thunderstorm,
Thump-Thump,
Thump-Thump
of heartbeats…distract and strain my ears.
With breath withheld, hands tense and ready, I listen…
She’s here, in my room,
…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee…
near my bed,
…EEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeee…
flying circles above my head…
…EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeee…
Close,
…EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee…
And closer,
…EEEEEEEEE…EEEeeeee…eeeEEEEEE…
Hungry,
Eeeeeeeee…EEEEEEEEE…EEEeeeee…
Her serenade,
overwhelming,
until—All QUIET—RUSTLE—SLAP!
I missed.
She flies away,
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee…EeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee…
And the night ticks on S—L—O—W—L—Y as I slip restlessly, into
sleep.
And the hungry monster,
takes…
…Eeeeeeeeeeeeee…EeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee…
…Her…
…EeeeeEEEeeeee…
…Time.
Awake from dreaming,
Morning rested,
Fresh and warm and cozy,
I stretch, then…
Scratch…
Oh my goodness, I'm giggling!
ReplyDeleteGreat job making us feel that tense waiting with mosquitos in the room.
This is a very cute entry! :)
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