I remember waking up
one morning draping my bed,
sheets over the rest of my body.
Fearing that I woke the beast.
I listened carefully,
I could hear the sounds
of the roaring air vents.
Stealthfully removing the sheets
over my head, I spotted the layout
of my lifeless room.
Glancing up once more,
to see my widely opened closet door.
Inside I saw the blankets draped,
creating the entrance of a cave
where the four-legged mammoth
would pounce for its attack.
Heart pounding, I raced out of bed,
throwing my bed sheet in any direction
to free my self from my cocoon of safety.
I attempted to twist the doorknob when…
Terror grips me, as
By Titus Mock