A Twinge

A flash of a thought

A light touch

Should I turn the key?

Push the door

Walk in

Quiet

Till it’s not

Compulsion drives

Wet sounds

A creaking from an old bed

There they are.

Oblivious

Entranced

Driven

Speed increases

Anger and numbness created by the crescendo

One flash of color enters the scene.

RED!

(Why do we doubt our intuition? It’s given to us for a reason.)