Two Sentence Tuesday #5

He lumbered into bed and wrapped himself in the bliss of his thick, warm blanket. 

“But how long have I had this,” he dimly pondered as the blanket’s grip grew tighter.

Cold Sweats

Cold Sweats

Awoken.. sweating;

Wiping pennies from my eyes,

I hear their hopeless whispers…

The wallowing damned,

Scratching from shadowed corners….

Why won’t they let me slumber?

Bedtime Stories

Bedtime Stories

Sleeping…

Happily departed

To a breathlessly wondrous

Dreamscape.

Waking…

Dolefully incarcerated

In prosaic reality.

The Morning Rushes to Meet Me

The Morning Rushes to Meet Me

By Brandon Palzkill

The morning welcomes me;

greets me

with the buzz of traffic;

the slamming doors

and the engine’s roars;

people on their early commute.

Furious talking soon distracts me,

the rapid chatter

of deep avian conversation;

twisted demon birds

yapping away in beastly chirps;

intense, excited;

lost in their feathery gossip.

Why do they taunt me so?

Why do they make my head throb?

They don’t see the day’s

too young;

they don’t care I’m

trying to sleep…

please shut the hell up

and leave me be.