MUSHROOM m i n d

By Steph Raymond All Rights Reserved ©

Other / Poetry

16/08/2014

16/08/2014

Gemma woke softly in the night,

with the

e e r i e

conviction that she was being watched.

Without moving,

she darted her eyes around the room

and panicked

When she saw

shapes in the form of light.

She tried to rationalize

what she could

see and feel,

knowing it made her seem

crazy.

But her fear was heavier than her logic and so she woke Caleb who was sleeping soundly beside her.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked immediately upon her touch,

being used to soothing her panic attacks during the

n i g h t .

“I’m scared.

There’s something in here.”

“Do you feel a presence?”

She spoke softly,

“it’s different.

Like aliens.

Did you see the lights?”

Even in the dark she could see his brow furor with worry over her.

He pulled her close and kissed her softly all over her face.

“I’m sorry,

I didn’t see anything.

Whatever it was must be gone now.”

Gemma let herself

r e l a x

against Caleb’s warm skin,

but could not

shake the feeling

of being watched.

Of being called.

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