It's Still Life

Dreams Slip

There’s a band of rain sweeping
in dense and horizontal, flat as
me laying on this lumpy bed
that tramples my dreams
and ransoms sleep.
It’s 2am. I’m awake.
Staring at the cat.
Its amber eyes are aimed
right me. We exchange looks —
that cat feels like dark magic.
It belong in a Grim fairy tale,
or in Stephen King’s head.
And it looks dangerously hungry.
But this is a dream, I tell myself,
and at the mere suggestion, the cat
vanishes; changes into the bedside
lampshade. Another day, another
dream slips through the curtains.

This Week’s Wordle Words #336: magic, ransom, band, rain, trample, tale, cat, change, aim, dangerously, dense, day. Image is from unSplash, and fiddled about with PhotoScape X graphics app.