Sleep is a welcomed friend.
I need it so.
My mood. My body. My spirit it mends.
Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro.
I wake with my eyes pouring water.
My nose is on fire.
My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder.
I am drowning in the mire.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. It’s stuck.
Don’t panic. Dreaming.
My chest is tight. Was I hit by a truck?
Chico doesn’t understand the meaning.
Outside. Must go outside.
Cool night air is fresh, amazing.
What’s going on? The facts I must apply.
Outside smells fine. Inside is blazing.
I open windows. Set up fans.
Chico seems unaffected.
A foul creature has opened it’s glans.
This situation must be corrected.
With great caution, I open the basement door.
Be gone foul creature.
Torment me no more.
You have been tonight’s main feature.
Armed with air fresheners and scented candles,
I combat your stank.
Tomorrow, I will no doubt be a scandal.
The stank has filled my ever waking moment.
My sinuses. My clothes. My hair smell like you.
Stink! Stank! Stunk!
Or at least in my mind, I perceive they do.
Be gone you! You smelly skunk!
I know God created you for a reason.
Getting trapped under my house, you did not leave me beaten.
The End
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