I Hope They Get Him First

Screams of a woman being murdered Woke me up from the loveliest dream My startled face shook me awake. Listened harder. My husband has the TV up to highest volume. He is probably asleep in front of it, and it has turned itself up for attention. I close my bedroom door and try to recover my dream. I was in the middle of a meadow with wild strawberries Queen Anne's lace and wild daisies. It was delightful! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM! I jump out of bed and patter into his office. He is snoring loudly in front of five TVs. I use five remotes before I figure out how to turn them off. He wakes up. "Hey! I was watching that!" I give him the look and go back to bed, Mad as a tornado now for the meadow is gone, and my mind is full of violent murderers outside, trying to get in and get me. I can only hope they get to him first...