Saturday, March 20, 2010

It's Murder I say



The weekend finally arrived.

A time of renewal for the soul and the mind.

I don't go out and do dog chores as early, waiting for the sun to shine on the darkened earth damp from the melting snow. The dogs are a little impatient at first letting me know with a few tested howls, but they settle down when they too realize it's the weekend and it is a morning of sleeping in and laziness.

Time to curl up on the couch wrapped in my fleecy blanket as we await the arrival of the daylight. Computer on my lap open to the Iditarod web site and that Crackbook site where I can legally stalk all my friends.

I should make coffee.... nope.... I'm not at work, I don't do coffee making outside of the store.

It is dark with the exception of the light coming off of the monitor, blinding me as to what is around the room. Suddenly the quiet overwhelms me, not even the hum of the computer helps this feeling of unease.
Something is out there beyond my false light, something not right.

There to my right just ahead of me is a shadow,,,, did it just move?
Don't be silly, the doors are locked, there is nothing here but my imagination.

No, there IS something there. I should look, if anything to rest my mind.

Slowly I rise from my warm nest turning on the light.
That is when it jumped out and knocked me over, the weight of it's huge body over powering me. I was helpless to get it off, panic setting in as the heaviness began to suffocate me.

Go Away I scream, but my pleas of freedom fall on deaf ears.

If I just lay still maybe it will leave.
Alas, it does not, it just gets heavier the longer we lay here.
The closeness makes me cringe, and I feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Why will it not leave me alone?
I am pretty sure that it is whispering in my ear, but I refuse to listen... No! NO!

It is the weekend!! Leave me alone!!
I want to go out tonight, I want to not think of you... how did you find me anyway??
It was with these last words that I finally gave in, watching my weekend die, a slow horrible painful death.


I will get you paper work!! If it is the last thing I do.

2 comments:

Melynda said...

Haha! I love your writing!

Rochelle Byiers said...

*blushes* ... why thank you