Nothing moved within my home;
I listened while through halls I roamed.
Time stopped-- there was no sound;
For this I saw one way around.
I'd make some noise to fill the room
Until passage of time resumed,
But empty echoes filled my heart with gloom.
What if time were not restored?
I fretted, then thump, a faint discord.
My mother, her voice tired and slight,
Said: what are you doing with the flashlight?
(in the middle
of the night?)