Whispered

Whispered A sound indistinct Forcing the ears to listen more intently. Giving the mind flashing images of the whisperer. We both know you and I are here. We both know, neither you nor I spoke full voice or in whisper. The animals caught it too, Lifting their heads to the sound. A low rumbling growl is emitted by the dog, hair on his back rises. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck, follows suit, in response to the dog. A cold chill enters the room and we look at each other, sure someone has entered, but knowing all the doors are locked. If the mind can travel in fear to respond to imagined words, how far can it travel in joy? Locked in the parlor, not wishing to move toward the whisper, in joy I'd travel to the moon and beyond. Yet here we are choosing to be frozen in fear and assuming the words whispered are some threat, when they could be words of love. And with this thought, all fear in me stops.