Half a life

Half a life
...again
night
Dark
 room
full moon
drawn blinds
walls
hidden spaces
dark places
feared spaces
room
cold bed
a comforter
sleeping
pretense
wall
dark
tunneling
scratching
scrabbling
drawn knees
comforter
pounding heart...
dissipation
peace
time...
...chirp, chirp, chirping
non reality
dreams
chirping
dim grayness
light
waking
dawn
new day
no fear
until...

The point grazed my scalp

A new first line.
 and a sharp lesson learned

   The point grazed my scalp just to the left of the apple, by the time I rid myself of the rope lashing me to the tree the gnome was nowhere to be seen.

    Gnomes are what they are, guardians of their treasures and I suppose I should ask next time I wander into a place of magic to taste a forbidden red treasure.