Monday, January 29, 2007

If it walks out of the refrigerator? Let it go....

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Softly in the night there comes a tapping,
a steady gentle tapping that brings me across the floor.

I follow the tippy-tapping and it leads me down the hall.

Down the hall into the kitchen toward the source of this mad sound,
a tapping, tippy-tapping, now a soft, insistent rapping coming from there inside the door.

Shaking fingers reach out for the handle.
The rapping beats in time with the pounding in my chest; ever faster, even louder, more demanding than before.

I want to let it out, but I do not want to see. I know I did not put it there. Dear God what could it be....?

What could it be that calls so loudly? Perhaps I do not have to know? Maybe it will pass me by? There, that surely is the answer. I will just set it free...

I fling wide the door and avert my eyes but I cannot stop my senses. My nose that knows the truth. My traitorous ears that relay every sound, each whisper and its call. Oh, that call!

That evil beckoning that has slipped inside my mind.

I cannot stop, I have to see... My hand falls away from my face....

Holy Crap! We've got cheesecake!!!

Cool.

5 comments:

mist1 said...

I just found a cheesecake in the back of my fridge. It appears to have been there for quite awhile. I never even ate a piece. Why did I buy an entire cheesecake? No idea.

KP said...

THAT was funny. I don't care who you are.

CruiserMel said...

Geez, you had me going there. I thought the cat had crawled in the fridge. You're mean.

Williebee said...

hmm, there's an idea.

here, kitty, kitty, kitty....

lostmymind said...

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of refridgerators? The kitty knows...