Sunday, March 15, 2015
Down the Hall
She sat there boiling in the sahara room. the boy down the hall called out for a loving woman fast asleep. The propellers on the fan above threatened to fly off their hinges. The girl still wide awake hoped to dream nicely tonight. The boy down the hall sat wide awake with light illuminating his youthful features. The woman in her bed still asleep won't wake up. The girl rolled uncomfortably in a pile of cotton sheets. The boy down the hall made noises echoing through the small house. The woman sound asleep was not disturbed. The girl in her room was hot to the touch fore the fan did not work on her burning skin. The boy down the hall called out for the woman who would not wake again.