Yet another
Okay, this is nuts. Now every time I want to write something, I want to write it as a poem - and a bad poem at that. But I indulge myself. So here's the tale of my scare last night:
Climbing into bed, I plan to sleep - and nothing more
But while I think about my day, I also think about the way
The shadows from the dresser cloak the corner by the door
The mundane thoughts I summon only delay my flickering fear
I hear
A sound that doesn’t fit quite right
What could be moving outside tonight?
A lurking thing forms in my head - gruesome - dead
Is it under the bed?
I turn to the side, shut my eyes, soothe my mind
This is the room where you spend every night;
No point turning on the light.
Breathe deep. Think how nice it will be to sleep. Think:
Shopping tomorrow, do we have eggs?
A hand reaches over the edge of the bed
Violet mountains shrouded in gauzy cloud
Puppies playing around
One of the puppies turns around - zombie puppy!
Christ, this isn’t working - I have to turn on the lamp
What if they’ve been waiting for me to reach for it?
Do it like a band-aid, everything will be fine afterward
What the hell, why can’t I find the switch?
“Jason!” (not too loud, don’t want the things to hear that I’m scared)
A few heartbeats pass, the longest in history
Before the light’s on and Jason is here.