Battling a Jungle of My Making

I woke up with vines strangling my neck and holding me down, but let me begin at the beginning of this adventure; it begins with a packet of running beans that looked appealing, said to be easy to grow, so I said to self, why not ? I placed three bean seeds in each seedling pot and watered, to my surprise the next day I had sprouts peaking, and the next day, they were standing quite upright and happy, how odd, I thought but with a shrug I watered them. They were a thirsty lot and each day they seemed to grow higher, they soon needed bigger pots, so I did that for them; and now they took off, growing, growing, growing, growing, till they reached the top of my windows reaching. Oh, yes they wanted out but it was too cold to do that yet, they grew over the curtain rod and along the curtains; and oh so lush and green and did I mention thirsty, anyways, I went to bed one night and was dreaming. When I felt something strangling me, and I was pinned down, pinned by twinning bean tendrils- the whole room full; desperate, I tore the tendrils from my neck so I could breathe, my room was a green jungle of running beans. In my bedside drawer were my sewing scissors so I got them, and started cutting, the bean plants were strong; it was an epic battle, I cut and grabbed, and ripped my way, I ran to the kitchen for garbage bags and threw them in. In the middle of the night I took them all to the garbage, I lifted the lid and threw, I think I heard them screaming; back in my bedroom I went to sleep 'till morning dawned, remembering my dream I looked at the window . . . the runner beans were gone . . . . was it a dream ? ___________________________ May 17, 2020 Poetry/Narrative Verse/Battling a Jungle of My Making Copyright Protected, ID 20-1227-788-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Premiere contest Action Adventure sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke Fourth Place