hypocorismA Chapter by freelancejouster
my alarm blares
and flashes a violent red,
blinking and blasting,
like someone's in trouble,
though Lassie's nowhere to be found.
i blearily reach for it,
but a small, smooth hand reaches it first,
she rubs her eyes,
and with a sheepish smile,
asks me if she should leave so i can get ready.
i open my mouth,
but a furtive scramble through my mind
reveals a coquettish laugh,
a tie-dyed dress,
and a small scar on her lower back,
her name has escaped me.
but, i am incredibly sly, and so,
"i think that would be best, cupcake."
© 2011 freelancejouster
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