Tossing...turning...more tossing....now tired turning
My eyes, stung by fiery yellow fingers which paved its way throughout my room; squinted to the light, then held shut tight
My sub conscience..! roamed along the memorable path of last night's proceedings.
A phone call which lasted for a minute or two....
A familiar voice even though "shaded", miserably "conversated" (it rhymes) which i'm sure stemmed from a "midnight's" dew...
(uhmm...let me see)
"Fingers" now mischievously clutching my head
"Get up!"....i swear i felt a puff of steamy air!
meddling, aimlessly through my now damp hair
"Off the bed" it continued, in passive violation
Oh my god....i wondered, is this my revelation?!
i sat up, fully conscious!....a name....a voice...a name...a voice
with hands grasping tightly on white overalls...searching, thinking, browsing, omitting then in sudden outburst
"who could be this ferocious?!"
"Sweet pea?" full lips whispered, then continued, " it has to be!"
If so!!....dear god, how can i flee?
eyes quickly captured the mobile mediator, a smile unfolded, pulse abnormally palpitated
"this ought to do it" i thought. if not, then what?
I waited for a response, three minutes m-a-y-b-e less
enough to notice that my bedroom was a complete mess
two hours?...(probably exaggerated) but you need to be here to know
that there's nothing nice about waiting whilst pacing to' n fro'
Finally i punched the numbers...a voice ....THE voice! i hesitantly conversed
Toying, giggling...then i hung up. Not an ounce of satisfaction ONLY worsened my thirst!
I sat and reminisced lenghtily, then went for a bite
frowned with sheer pessimism then grumbled
"Maybe tomorrow...........i'll fight"
signed: November 2008
