Sidebar pt.4

Slowly the door opens…

and the glare from the hallway daubs my face,

A figure appears…

lingering at the doorway as if contemplating its actions; pace by pace.

My first impulses are to run…

instead I clench my sheets and close my eyes in fear,

“Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts”

I silently chant as the “unknown” grew near.

My heart pumped, sweat dripped...

I swallowed so hard I almost choked,

It pulled away my sheet and spoke....

"Olsfred its 9 o'clock! Time to get up
You’re late for work!"

Olsfred James 2013©