Sunday, November 20, 2011

the belle of the ball

My eyes snapped open...
Lilirosie grumbled softly...
She was pressed contentedly against me
and I was disturbing her
as I twisted around to look at the clock...
2 o'clock in the morning...
I had turned my beside light off
barely an hour ago...

Something had startled me awake...
I'm not the soundest
or the deepest sleeper
but this seemed to be a new record...

I struggled to adjust the comforter...
it felt heavy and weighted down...
I was trapped!
I peered into the darkness...

Pinned beneath the comforter
it was impossible to reach over
and turn on my lamp...
My eyes were slowly beginning
to adapt to the blackness
that seemed to be swirling around me...
Maybe I was dreaming...

Again I tried to wriggle free
of my comforter...
Failure...
Do I scream
and wake up David?

Then, like crystal,
everything became clear...

There they all sat...
the nerve...
at the foot of my bed...
The jester, the night crawler,
long and lean and that one with the short stubby fingers...

And they were arguing...

The jester had popped in
to pull my legs
around the bed...
only to be met by long and lean
who was waiting
to dance me through the hours until dawn
with a spectacular headache...

The night crawler, as always, was in hot pursuit
of the jester...
These other offers paled, he said...
when he wanted to show me
the mysteries and the magic of each hour
before the sun rose...

The one with those short stubby fingers could not really compete...
All he wanted to do
was poke me in the eye...
His headache wasn't as elegant
as long and leans...
and his tricks did not have that sophistication
of the jesters...
He was just an ordinary pesty kind of guy...

There they all sat...
at the foot of my bed...
It was 2 o'clock in the morning...
I should have felt like the belle of the ball...

The only guy I wanted to see
was Mr. Sandman...