That’s one big fucking mouse!
The thought almost comical if he weren’t so stressed.
Shocked, staring, standing frozen.
Time seemingly stretched over an age
…when in reality none has passed.
Who is he?
How did he get in?
The only certainty being it happened as he dozed.
Guilt, shame, now suffocating.
His family, his home, his wife, his life.
Traded for a long wink.
On the move now, void of thought, yelling out.
Only vaguely aware his hands are empty.