This poem came from the September 18, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from rix_scaedu. It has been sponsored by janetmiles. This poem belongs to the series Monster House, which you can explore further via the Serial Poetry page.
I'd been working on the porch all day,
rehanging the swing and
fixing loose spindles in the rail.
I went back inside and
sprawled out in the living room.
It was comfortable and quiet.
My girl was out on a consulting gig
but even so, the place was starting
to seem more like a home than a house
and we were starting to feel like a family,
though we hadn't couched it in such terms yet.
I thought about getting up
to take a shower, really should,
yeah, any minute now.
Definitely before she gets home.
The hide-a-bed couch was soft, comfortable,
like a cloud swallowing me down and down.
A cooling breeze played over my skin and
the shirt still damp from a sweaty afternoon's work.
I shivered. Should get up and close the window.
Furry arms reached out from beneath the couch
as the monster under the bed pulled the aghan over me.
The little old lady ghost shut the window.
The air was warm and still.
I snuggled deeper into the afghan.
I could always get up ... later.