Making It Up As I Go Along #596

Torn Blinds

Torn blinds

Howling winds through open windows 

It can't be

All was shut as light departed

Power dies

Dimness of clocks and outdoor ambiance extinguish 

Blackness brings realization 

An intruders arm lashes out 

A struggle in the night 

Torn blinds and open windows now understood 

Punching back 

Anger over sanctuary lost 

Ricocheting off countertop

Bouncing off walls

I reach out 

Found flashlight illuminates 

A partial face pauses the action

A bit of ear

Rough cheek

Strands of black hair

And the eye

Dry and clay like white

Bordering blackness

It can't be real

And this thought awakens me

Laying in the scene of my combat

Red glow of clock pulsating shadows across the room

A hint of movement by my window

Reality returns slowly 

Drifting in as if the beginning of dreams

I reach for my light

Afraid to see that dry clay white once again

Light proves my solitude 

Though my curtain does sigh

As a giant exhaling lung

Sharpening wits notices the floor 

My vent nowhere to be found 

That which normally straddles curtain 

Now enveloped by it

My foggy mind remains unsure 

So without another there to call for

Where parents once slept across a hall

But now lay thousands of miles away 

Where protective dogs used to slumber

Now only crumpled covers lay

I open my tablet

Battling the lingering creep of intrusion 

With the cartoon light of the Simpsons

And after a few minutes of guiding Homer

Of sending Bart on an electronic task

My concerns drift away 

The pulsating red of the clock menaces no more

The vent straddling curtain hangs still

The window shut and blinds in tact

I surrender my tablet to the nightstand

And close my eyes

Hoping to see the dry clay white no more. 

FRIDAY...

--- Work alone, sort of. Mark there in training. Mona not there. Fairly quiet until Mark leaves. Then lots of work comes in after 1:30. 

SATURDAY...

--- All alone today. And busy for a Saturday. Going pretty steady most of the day. 

SUNDAY...

--- Mona back with me. Fairly normal night. 

MONDAY...

--- Quiet last night. Nice way to go into days off. 

TUESDAY...

--- Shopping. Mark's Work Warehouse for sweatpants, leisure pants, socks, and mud boots.  Test the boots right away with an hour walk in the woods. 

WEDNESDAY...

--- Shorter walk today and hang around the house. 

THURSDAY...

--- Forty minute walk and more relaxing around the house.