That Night....

"Pad and pen won't work."
She can hear and see me fine.
"Most demons can't write, right?"

"Anana, Anana, my
Have you stolen all my thoughts."
Her face-my mind sees.

Reaching to flip the switch
The lamp was a gift to me from mom.
An idea comes to me.

Like a jackrabbit
I bounces up.
A grin covers my lower face.
"I believe I've found a way!"

"No wait. That wouldn't do."
Dropping back against the cot.
I closes my eyes.

With one click, the light is out.

"Maybe I'll just say hello again."