Panic
Panic!
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 © Kimberly Allard02 | Year Posted 2015
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