Go To Sleep
by Justine M. Dunn
Vicky had been talking crap most of the night,
too much booze. Shed fallen asleep for
a couple of hours earlier so now, at 2.00am, as
we got into bed, she was wide awake. I, on
the other hand, was knackered.
would you do if a crocodile came in the room now?
the quilt over it and get out.
about a polar bear?
a zip, they just have a man inside.
about a shark?
in the eye.
I want its horn, it will leave by itself.
I couldnt see it.
theres a fox coming.
theres a wolf coming.
dont know... tell it a photographer's on
their way and wants to put its picture on a
havent got a cat.
if someone elses cat walked in?
whose it was.
does, dont want any old stray cat coming in
cat strut. She started laughing
unnecessarily loudly, I saw nothing funny. What
about a dog? She asked, still with
laughter in her voice.
dont want a dog to walk in, alright?
those other animals walking in is ok?
go to sleep.
Yeah, me too. I lied.