You see that face? Bet y’all thing that that is the face of a cherub. Well you are wrong……he is a devil child in disguise.
Now obviously I do not truly think that Tember is a devil child but he came close last night.
Please note that no one was injured during this process. Although it was a close thing.
This is the ex’s week. Tember is home between 9:30-10 pm. I had two cups of coffee after 5 last night and still by 9:30 my eyes were closing and I was doing the head jerk. I figured I would turn out the light cuddle with Loki and Baby Yoda while waiting. Usually when he comes home I hear the door open and slam shut.
I must have drifted off just a bit when suddenly in my light lack of consciousness I hear: Ca Caw.
Eyes flew open and I looked over my shoulder. To the dark figure standing in my doorway.
Now I am blind as a bat without my glasses on. All I can see are shapes and that is it. The only light on was over the stove. So it was not like I had a clue. And most importantly I had not heard to the door open or close…..did not hear it lock…..there had been no voice saying ‘mom I am home.’
I shot up and screamed. I do not mean a little ah I am talking a full bloodied shriek as I believed that there was a stranger in the doorway to my bedroom.
Tember flew around the side of the bed and grabbed me in a hug. All while apologizing as he thought that I was still awake.
Loki had flown off the bed from beside me. Tember found him in the living room. Lucky and Thomas both were staring at me like I am the biggest wierdo that they have ever laid eyes on. Once my heart returned to my chest and my breathing calmed down Tember again apologized. I chuckled as I laid my head back down on the pillow. That chuckle became giggles. I giggled softly to myself more than a couple of times.
I do enjoy being scared.
When I am awake.
With my glasses on.
In the daylight.
Picture is my own
covering all in darkness
shuddering in pain.
Not my pain
I see you on your knees
pleading with me
dank smoke rolls in.
Time has come
ripped into your skin
mouth creased in dismay.
today is no less than tomorrow
as I become shrouded darkness.
Picture is my own