Gulp, Gulp,Gulp.
My semi-asleepself
suddenaly sit, bolt right-up,
on the couch I
lay on.
I listen and stare into
the darkness.
Secounds pass,
and when I start to think its my imagtion....
Gulp, Gulp, Gulp.
I freeze, I imagine.
I force myself to think
its a mouse,
but,
it was to late.
Goblins and monsters
run through my head.
I panick.
Blindly, I reach for
my booklight,
taping my hand,
franktily.
GULP, GULP, GULP!
It was getting louder.
Finally, I find my
booklight, and the
sharp white light
fills the room.
I get the nerve to set my feet on the floor.
I was in my Oma's room,
not my bedroom.
The Oma that had passed away two
summers ago.
GULP, GULP, GULP!
I feel like crying, for the first time
in a long, long time.
I'm scared.
Covering my ears, pressing my forehead to my knees,
I beg for the noice,
to stop.
writen 4/12/10
*This really did happean. I am redoning my room and so I sleep in my Oma's room. That night it was raining and poring like mad. I was scared to death. I never sleep well when it rains. In my bedroom or not.*
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