Student Publishing Program ::

Abby Hoffman

1AM

One lone light illuminates the dark.
The fridge hums. The computer whirrs.
My head is heavy, supported by my hand,
And my reflection in the window reminds me I’m alone.

I hear a car drive by.
It slows by my house.
Footsteps pound by outside,
And I listen for glass breaking.
A wary dog barks.
I tense in my seat.

Maybe, I’m just crazy.
I try to calm myself
And get back to work.
I flick on all the lights,
Just to be safe.
But I can’t shake the feeling
That someone is waiting,
In the unknown,
Just outside my door.
I turn the T.V. on.
The noise will drown my fear.
The colors will console.
But I am wrong.
Crime shows spread across the screen.

Then, footsteps!
I freeze.
My ears strain.
My heart speeds.
A voice.
“You should really go to bed.”

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]