Dilemma

I awake to the sounds of feet  rustling at the end of the bed.

First the rustling then the slow inching of your feet towards me.

There isn't any escape.

There isn't any moving, I was here first.

I deal with this for a few more minutes till I get put off.

I stretch. I look around this dark, lightless room.

I get up out of the bed, stop for a second to make sure I'm awake.

I check the kitchen for some food but nothing I can see.

I sit there trying to decide what to do.

To heck with it, I'm going back to bed. Someone will be up later.

Feb 3/13