Sound, asleep, breathes low, breathes deep,
A rumbling breaks through his chest.
Gentle sighs morph into gargled snores,
The melody of his tumultuous rest.
Sight, enraged, elbows him hard.
“Shut it,” he says, eyes dark and unfeeling.
Restlessly he blinks once, and then twice,
As he stares, wide awake, at the ceiling.
Touch, who’s sensitive to the movement,
Of the 5 exhausted brothers in bed,
Emotional and rather touchy at this hour,
Smacks both Sight and Sound in the head.
Taste, however, just lies there flaccid.
Grinding his teeth and twitching his jaw.
There’s a bad taste between these brothers, of late.
He’ll bite the heads off of these pestering 4.
But Smell - as unsubtle as ever,
Lightens the mood. Breaks them apart.
Attacks silently and with a pinch of his nose,
They all bolt upright. “Did somebody just fart?”
About the Creator
em
I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
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Comments (3)
The funny pieces have a shine all of their own - this is no exception!
So tell me, Em, how many brothers do you have. I actually do have five (along with two sisters), & this entertaining little naptime with the senses captures it pretty well.
Terrific!!! Love this!!!💖💖💕