Shiver

I sit carelessly on my chair,

Feels like someone’s there.

I look around,

Not a soul to be found.

I must be getting bored,

Such things are best left ignored.

The door slowly closes,

And I get the faint smell of roses.

The lights begin to flicker,

And the fan begins to err.

The curtains grow restless,

The dogs howl outside in the darkness.

Someone’s over my shoulder,

It slowly becomes colder.

I hear a giggle near my ear,

And it’s coming near.

The laughter gets eerily shriller,

And the room grows chiller.

I feel someone flit through my hair,

Who is it? With whom this room I share?

My neck, pounded by a cold breath,

Am I being visited by death?

I feel sweat on my brow,

I have icy cold feet by now.

I lie face down on my bed,

Am I alive or am I dead?

I gather the courage for one glance,

It might be my only chance.

In a second, my whole life flashes through,

Oh no, it can’t be, it’s you.