Summer at the cabin and no AC. The only way to sleep at night is with an open window which worries me being a woman hearing all kinds of ghastly news stories.
Night Terrors
Silence reigns beyond
the inkiness of cabin screens.
No thrum of crickets. No hoot
of an owl. No moon to brighten
the shadows.
No vehicle noise on the country
road. Blood pounds in my ear.
My bedroom window ajar.
Sheets kicked to the end of the bed.
A loser with a gun and a grudge
slips between my half-dreaming
neurons.
Ads selling security with cameras
and motion detectors entice me,
and I bite.
But my heart lurches with every
attention-seeking flash tripped
by critters or absentminded leaves.
Snags the sleep just out of my reach,
still.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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