At 6 o’clock my lovely daughter
Knocks on the bedroom door.
Her high pitched voice yelling
Mommy get up ! Good morning.
My she-cat joins the party
Meows at me, really hungry.
She thinks she always deserves
Breakfast for her random purrs.
As my usual day goes on,
I do sometimes wonder
If my mind isn’t gone
For I feel like a story dealer.
I create the need for a mystery,
I breed the need for clues,
Add a good old adversary,
And a walk in his shoes.
Heavy headed, I might even fret.
My fingers itch, I havn’t written yet.
Quick my keyboard and a drink !
The killer’s not who you think.
This post is an answer to today Daily post ‘s prompt : forward drive.