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I hear footsteps walking around
in my darken kitchen.
Am I awake?!
Do I really hear footsteps?
Straining to hear I slightly raise
my head.
Now I hear deep breathing close by.
This can’t be happening.
Do I have a weapon I can grab?
I open my eyes to look at the
the clock.
The footsteps sound like dog nails
on the kitchen tile and the 
heavy breathing is me.
I let out a groan. 
I’ve got to stop watching the 
SYFY channel before bedtime.
It’s going to be a
Looong night!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 3/10/2016 11:27:00 AM
awesome poem Kimberly. Linda
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Date: 7/19/2015 5:09:00 PM
KIMBERLY Stopped by to say hello, I enjoyed reading your poem today. FOREVER <3 SKAT
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Date: 6/15/2015 11:00:00 AM
Yes those Syfy shows would do that to someone. Nice one:-)
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Kimberly Allard02
Date: 6/16/2015 9:17:00 AM
Hello Njeri, thank-you for taking the time to leave a comment about my poem. I was in a sort of silly mood the night I wrote it.
Date: 5/21/2015 10:04:00 PM
Funny!! Loved this :) thanks for sharing!
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Kimberly Allard02
Date: 5/22/2015 7:26:00 AM
Hello Laura. Thanks for the kind words.
Date: 5/21/2015 4:14:00 PM
Great imagery Kimberly I would hate to watch stuff like that before bed or when I am alone in the house! Hugs Jan xx
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Kimberly Allard02
Date: 5/22/2015 7:28:00 AM
Hello Jan! I am so into SYFY stuff but it doesn't scare me. If the program becomes intense I just change Have a great day and thanks for the comment.