A Creaky Sound
My eyes had been shut less than six minutes when I woke up
to a faint dangerous creaky sound.
Front door opening? Grandchild whine? Ominous whirr next to my ear.
Mosquito or bee.
Neither welcome.
I woke immediately,
Jumped away from the covers.
Expecting a bite or a pinch.
Neither happened.
Listened harder.
Neighbor’s saw meant no nap for me today.
Or was it my imagination?
Unsure, but safe now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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