The third step from the bottom squeaks
and so I always try to miss that one
as I descend to meet my secret love
it would not do to let that step
alert the others that I’m up
and out of bed where I belong
but soon I sit in guilty pleasure
bathed in light from the open door
of the freezer
and spoon in hand, I taste my love
straight from the box
of ice cream.
written for the “Secret Love” prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. This is my first time participating at this site. The above is a pure work of fiction (our freezer doesn’t have a light).