Drifting slowly
Heavy
eyelids
drooping
down,
And then the pleasant song of –
Alarms?
Time to wake myself already?
But no,
The clock reads 12:00 AM.
12:00 AM!
I bolt up, awake.
WARNING! WARNING!
The siren screams.
I jump out of bed,
Grab my cell phone and purse
Shuffle down the stairwell
As thoughts whirl in my head.
My pictures,
Stuffed critters,
My clothes . . .
Oh no!
I forgot my shoes.
I trudge with all the rest
Onto the slick, rain-coated sidewalk.
Shuffling and fiddling,
We wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Whispers murmur through the crowd—
Was it a false alarm, a joke?
Would the place go up in smoke?
And all the while I stare and think—
I should have brought my sweater . . .
After what seems like an eternity,
We are ushered back inside.
I head to my room, crawl in bed,
And then—
Drifting slowly
Heavy
eyelids
drooping
down,
And then the pleasant song of . . .
The drain?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Great.
Now I’ll never get to sleep.














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"Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the...grace of God."
~Æschylus, Greek Playwrite & Poet
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