An Adventure At 3 Am

It's three in the morning And I was awakened by An extreme thirst. In the night It's hard to tell just how thirsty You really are. It's not so easy To sneak downstairs to get a drink. Tiptoeing past my parents bedroom I think About how angry he'll be when he finds Me awake in the dead of the night. It's now somewhere around maybe 3:03, I've made it to the stairs and suddenly, creeeaaak! I freeze and listen for father's fleeting footsteps But, he does not come. I take a deep breath And walk down the stairs. Oh god the dogs. I didn't think of the dogs. They leap up high like frogs Off their Lilly pads and jump onto me. "Get off." I mouth the words silently And push the dogs off. I grab myself a tall drink And chug the thing down, put my glass in the sink. Coming back up the stairs, it's a quarter past. I skip the creaky stair that made my heart blast Almost burst straight out of my ribcage. Damn. I wanted a drink but I don't think I'm brave Enough to venture too far past my bedroom. My bedroom? Here I am! I've made it! I'm safe! I did not wake my father from his sleep. I'm in. Shut the door, and now I can breathe. It's 3:18 now and I lay down in bed. But, of course I can't sleep. I'm awake in my head. Poetry, oh yes. This was poetry! A ballad! Get my computer and I'll type my story to validate And express just how it felt to be thirsty at three. Then, they'll understand how it feels with a small victory I'm the protagonist, the knight, trying my best to find The elixir, guarded by Cerberus. Sneaking from behind The sleeping dragon's cave. I don't want to wake Him and so, I'm quiet and agile. A true hero. 3:38. My poem is written. It's time to try To get into bed and rest. So reader, until next time. Goodnight.