Witching Hour


Last night

My father slur-slurred to bed

Leaving me kept up

- against my word -

By that all-knowing ecstasy

(slinky, polka-dotted thoughts of)


Shimmering all around me

My imagination reached out into the blackness of the room

With its pink-blue-

Lavender fuzziness

- and I snuggled into it




It was the silly silver

Star-streaked darkness

That painted those embarrassing smiles on my face.



A/N: Heehee. My first attempt at writing fluff. It's surprisingly short though.