I hear the toilet flush

He tip-toes down the hall

I listen intently, for any sound

Over the blowing of the fan

The floor creaks…

As he gets closer to my bedroom

I sit up in bed; there’s a dim glow from

The nightlight…

He turns the knob and I pull the satin sheet up

To my neck, my hands are balled into fists

The door opens slowly and he walks towards

My bed…

I let go off the sheet, his eyes have adjusted to the


He can see through my sheer nightgown

That my breasts are inviting him to join me

As a guest In my bed


Visitors are welcome

1:00 AM

Vera Jackson © 2013