What goes bump in the night

Have you ever in the middle of the night, been lightly nudged on your foot?

 Then a sudden gust of wind with no explanation blows on to your soft face.

 Then you feel a cold tingle up your spine

 Everything seems cold for a few moments

You reach for your blanket its not there.

 You are rather scared now but then you find the blanket on the floor.

 You try to reason with your self all these events

 But really there is really no explanation.

You’re squeezing your eyes together

 Afraid to open your eyes just in case there really is something there.

 You think "there can't be anything there I'm just imagining all of this

 So to prove myself I’m just imagining this crazy notion I shall open my eyes"

You slightly open one eye everything is dark and blurry

 You see some sort of movement

 You instantly throw your blanket over your head.

But by morning you have forgotten these events that had no real explanation.

Glance

Glance

It's a late Sunday afternoon
The light is streaming
Into a wide-windowed room
The light is dancing across it
Hitting the faint yellow walls
Which are lighter than butter
Yet darker than an old country roads dead grass
But before hitting the walls
The light rolls across the cold white marble floors
Every object it hits
Is seemed to be instantly
Sparkled with fairy dust
And is now appears to be magical
It's perfect
You're in a World of your own awe
But then the last touch of light twinkles in to your eye
Everything's gone
The magic's gone
The room has now faded to a dull ordinary room
But that twinkle stays in yourself forever
Yet only to form
One single tear
As you leave the darkened room.

Suffer

 Its wilting leafs that are golden brown

Every day another petal falls

Another leaf falls to the harsh gravel

So delicate that if you would dare to touch it

It would fall apart like burnt paper

Then remain utterly lifeless as ash on ground

I feel guilty

Watching- watching its dry thin roots

Trying to gather precious water

That doesn't exist

Its stalk slowly drops as the days pass....

Is it my fault?
 I wonder, as it lies frail and dead…