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