Challenge
Someone comes knocking at the/your door. Who is it? Do you let them in?
Poetry, story format, write on~ enjoy! Don’t forget to tag me in the comments section. :) I look forward to reading the entries.
Night Air
A knock.
Or a tap, maybe.
A soft sound,
but
definitive.
The door creaks.
It always has.
Night air feels different
than daytime air.
Come in.
The air is thick with the light, clear shards of
starlight
where they've fallen
from nowhere.
Nothing breathes
outside.
The floors creak, too. The boards
track each foot
step.
Please, sit.
The chair legs scrape,
grasping
at the floor.
Tea?
The cup clinks on the saucer.
The water sounds
desperate,
then calm.
Thank you.
But you can't put it off,
you know.
I know.
...
Night air feels different
than daytime air.
When you stop breathing, you can
still
feel it.
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