3AM

It's nearing 3 a.m. and I sit here alone,

the cold air rushes through the open window, chilling me to the bone.

I can hear soft footsteps echoing outside,

getting closer and closer, I'm wanting to hide.

The storm has it darker than usual tonight,

I fear that whatever is out there will give me a fright.

Dare I sneak to the window and peak into the dark,

or should I turn out my light now, and hope the dog doesn't bark.
©Donna M Condida