My Worst Enemy

I come out after Dark to get into my Car.
I had to park further away this time.
The Moon is New, and the Night is very Dark.
The Breeze makes things twitch and move,
Just beyond my sight and all around me.
The hairs on my arm stand up on their ends.
I have my keys between my fingers, like little knife points
Just like they taught me in womens self defense class.
My feet crunch on small pieces of gravel,
And dry leaves make their own rustling sounds.
I take such shallow breaths, simply because of the tension.
The air is crisp and so are all the edges of things around me,
What light there is reflects and glints at odd angels,
Making me take second glances, when I just want to stare ahead.
Damn this long walk!
What was that moving in the bushes??
A large black cat runs across my path making me stop short!

I gasp as quietly as I am able and suck in my breath sharply,
To keep from sque aling, in utter surprise.
Damn cat!
I look around and it is totally deserted, no one around for miles.
I pull my collar up around my neck, not because of the Breeze
Its not cold, but still the hairs on my body are up on ends.
Finally I get to my Car, and I wrestle with my keys in the Dark.
Work damn you!
Work!
And they drop to the ground!
Flustered, I grab them,
point them and work them into the slot,
Turn them and I am inside,
slamming the door tight,
and finally,
finally,
Taking a full breath,
I lock the door and slip the keys into the ignition effortlessly.
The engine turns over, the radio comes on, the gas tank is full,
And I am Safe in the little Cozy womb of my automobile.
And my worst enemy that Night,
mov es back into the Darkness,
Back into the Darkness, of my own private thoughts!
I was terrified by my own thoughts, my own mind, my own Fears.
I was sCared of me!

Deborah Coss of 1kinthing.com, writes about the things she knows, and sometimes takes flights into fantasy. A published writer, photographer and artist, considers herself a Jill Of All Trades, with a background in law, medicine and many menial labor type jobs. Language is fun. Communication is an art.

Author:: Deborah Coss
Keywords:: Coss, 1kindthing.com, Car, Dark, Moon, New, Night, Breeze, Fear, black cat, Safe, Cozy
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