Apprehension
Footsteps in the corridor, quick turn on the light
Could it be a burglar or a ghost that’s looking to fright?
The sound is getting nearer, my heart is starting to pound
I’m getting rather nervous now, as I put my ear close to the ground.
The sound has stopped now, the thing is outside my door
I’m holding my breath –I’ve never been this scared before.
The door creaks slowly open as my mother steps into the light
“still awake? Time to sleep son, see you in the morning. Goodnight”.
Copyright © Paige Turner | Year Posted 2023
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