Unseen Terror

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,

I turn

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

I

turn

to

eye

my

aggressor…

By Titus Mock