Cats Chasing Rats

Whispers fall upon slumbered ears like cats chasing rats.

The rustling probes your inner thoughts; roll over. Adjust your head on the pillow’s bed and find your sober. Shred your resist until the REM is over.

Awakening dozed and confused, the light switch is too far to reach. The blackness of the room is paranoia unleashed. The sirens outside are imagined or dreamed. The sweat upon your temple…deceives. The reality you’ve created is boiling indeed. The darkness unfolding…you can see. The blankets are folding…it seems. The light switch is waning. The night switch is gaining. Those thoughts are draining.

Like cats chasing rats, one day we face the glass. Like dark nights and long fights, we somehow find the light.

Until sleep resumes, we tend to presume the end is nearing the beginning. Roll over, blankets contend you’re almost there. You wake up shaking, and think you should care. You scream silently as much you can bear. You squeeze tightly on the reality there. You hope to wake up…without fear.

Like cats chasing rats, your guidance is clear. Another day of survival to rear.