In the silence little mouse could hear heart beating
Terrified she hid by the cabinet in the dark with the seconds fleeting.
She held her breath hoping against hope that she was magically invisible
Unseen to the human eye but she knew there was no hiding from the inevitable .
His figure was standing in the door now looking straight at her now, fear bites.
He is shouting now,pulling her up to her feet! Pressure on her wrists, pushing her fear to new heights.
“What is this , what is this” he screams his eyes bulging his mouth wide, nostrils flaring.
Running his finger along the glass shelf “Dust, dust” shoving a dusty finger toward her, scaring
Her witless, she finds it hard to breath. He pushes her towards the cabinet with the dirty shelf.
It is three in the morning and she is so tired the little ones had run her ragged all day
The house work and cooking , his returning home late to find her tired, not wanting to play.
“What the hell do you do all day” he was shaking her now she did not know what to say.
Tears stung her eyes as she fought to hold them back , suddenly she dropped a glass…….. it broke with a crack.
There it was all in the eyes. Little mouse froze to say something now would be unwise.
“Clear up that glass then get those shelves dusted and while your at it make sure nothing else gets busted.”
Little mouse knew not to argue, even though she was tired , she wanted sleep but she obediently dusted.
A little relieved she watched him go back to bed , his words of her short falls all ringing in her head.
An hour later she crept up the stairs, checked on the babies all asleep, happily unaware. Gently and silently she slid into bed.
Peace, then the gift of sleep drifters into her head,tomorrow it will all start again and that thought alone fills her with dread.
