Waiting to Breath

The light barely entered through the window.  The oak tree with huge knots robs the night of it’s moonlight.   Inside the air hung still.  Thick humidity held lungs back.  A single sound quietly keep a beat.  The old style alarm clock ticked away the night.

A set of eyes half covered in a small bed peered into the bleak room.  A sudden twinkle. The door knob spun way too slow.  From behind the door, two shadows formed feet.   The doorknob turns faster.   The heart races.

“No, no, no, go away…” a tiny voice whispers silently against the night.

The door lock clinks.  The top hinge screams out a dry creak.

The voice goes out.  The breath stops.  A shadow hovers in the doorway.

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