Sleepwalking
he gets up late at night
puts his slippers on
and walks around
I’m never sure if he’s asleep
or just faking it
he goes directly to the fridge
with his eyes half closed
and slightly mumbling
just creepy enough for me
not to want to interfere
he always goes right for
that left-over piece of cake
and pours himself a glass of milk
it happens every Sunday night
I’m beginning to be
just a little suspicious…
Submitted on June 12, 2020 for contest SLEEPLESS - OLD OR NEW sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 3RD
and July 17, 2018 for contest SLEEPWALKING sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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