A light touch.
Or was it.
Had she been asleep?
Shadows camouflaged the walls.
Looking around she realized how much it looked like a Halloween fun house .
It’s the chill. That’s all.
Not the suggestion of….something.
Change the channel. Where’s a vintage laugh track when it’s needed?
“Lucy.” Good. Always good.
But that big red lipstick: now there’s a horror!
A long stretch – Looking carefree and casual.
Perception is the key.
“Move as if confident and you will become confident,” they mentored her.
Cheered, she stood and turned towards the kitchen.
The kitchen for some mood-enhancing chocolate. Yes.
And prison-yard bright lighting.
A sweeping waltz step and – toe stubbed by the sudden halt.
There: a slight shape shift.
A sudden burst of audience laughter, oddly macabre. At Lucy – or her?
The TV flickered bullets of light.
Then she saw the thin bamboo-like fingers
Had Tim Burton picked her living room for the set for his next film?
Wake up! Wake up. You must wake up!
But she wasn’t, asleep -
That odd jerking movement on the smooth leather.
Her skin crawled along with it.
Making herself small, an unworthy target, she huddled behind the arm of the couch.
Reduced, but never letting that dark movement out of her line of sight.
Her action, she told herself, kept her out of the cowering category.
“Face your fears,” they had told her.
Simply a wad of hair and overactive imagination.
Really. Just that.
Slowly she swayed to eye level with….
The shriek stabbed like lightning across her brain.
“Noooooo, Molly! Nooooo! Do not eat the spider. Molly sit!”
She did – after one quick gobble.
An unexpected treat!
Seasonally adjusted boo,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge