Dark O’Clock

by Steve Mitchell

It’s three or four in the morning, and I dream someone has rung the bell and rung it again and I think, I can’t answer the door; I’m in my underwear.

I hear the air pressure change with a thunk and a sound like the front door has moved in its frame.

Adrenaline slams me.  I open my eyes and my mouth.

I listen to the dark.

Is someone in the house?

Did someone just come into the house?

I listen until my brain catches my nervous system.   No, the dogs would bark.  The dogs would bark their fool heads off. 

I listen a moment longer, then breathe deep.  It’s good to have those stupid dogs.

I fall back asleep.


in the moonlight
bugs on the kitchen window
and a gecko


© Steve Mitchell 2014