Mr Sandman
The Sandman woke me up late last night.
I rocketed myself from the pillows.
Seeing him I groaned,
and slid back beneath the hood of blankets
He walked across the bedspread;
Knocked on my forehead with his cane.
With gritted teeth I sat up straight.
I explained his presence was not needed
“So Shooooo”
I set him at the foot of the bed and snuggled in my sheets.
He stubbornly stood up and made his way in my direction.
Stealthily climbing the pile of decorative pillows,
he rapped my nose.
Anger covering my face, I rose again.
I backhanded him across the floor!
He stood, shaking the loose sand off his coat;
still of one piece and just as mischievous as before.
I broke the night with my screech of rage!
I took Mr. Sandman in my hands
crunching him down to the dust he was.
I opened the bedroom window and blew him into the night.
Someone else’s problem now.
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