She lays on the green bed.

Asleep but always aware.

The clock has just hit the midnight hour.

She looks as if she will leave for the picnic soon.

Shirt tucked into pants that fit.

Hair as the morning before.

Her attack face on.

In the darkness, she feels the presence begin.

A touch – A tug, and when her body rises,

Her heart stops for just a moment.

Her head bangs hard against the radiator across the room.

Awake but always aware.

She sees the green bed where she used to lay.

The clock has just hit the midnight hour.