this morning #1980.

this morning, when i sat up in bed, closed my eyes & stretched my arms high above my head, i did not expect that i’d have to hold that pose for the next fifteen minutes. i opened my eyes to the sight of a large, masked man standing before me. gun in hand. pointed squarely in my direction. “stick em’ up” was implied so i kept em’ raised while i led him all the way out to the shed to get duct tape & rope. my thief had come unprepared. implements of restraint secured, he tied me to a folding chair, taped my mouth shut & left me out there. two hours passed & he didn’t return so i started squirming my way toward the door. unsure of what i’d do when i got there. careful to avoid tipping over. praying that he wouldn’t return.