evening
weathergirl.
Everything
shut
down,
cerebral
ghost
town.
I
fell
into
sleep.
Deep,
dream-free
sleep.
Woke to Pounding
on the door,
insistent vibration,
building noise.
Bree? You there?
Late-day sun
filtered through
cracks in
the blinds.
It’s me. Open up.
Late-day? How
long had
I slept? Only
hours?
I need to talk to you.