Pulling the trigger

pulling the trigger planned perfection. and he sleeps so quietly still without a sound he dreams with skill barely a breath can i hear him inhale i stare at him every single detail no snore or flutter nor a single twitch muscles still not flexed well, my turn now to switch an hour now his pillow on my lap the hard of my knees rested atop where i sat needless to say my legs going numb time to proceed time to proceed time to proceed time to proceed time to proceed time to proceed and take out my gun i continued, fearless. i just sat trigger prepared for hours following never once scared he had to pay for all he had done i could never regain from his hate and his violent fun perfect play few knew of he or me this planned perfectly the police surely would agree yet i chose in waiting the thrill of me now deciding knowing i was capable of anything inside me i turned on the video so i could ever rewind proof of my courage victory then is now behind my justice something inside of me embraced each hour i had never before felt already smelling the gun powder then i was ready to fill justice my way i shot him in the temple bloody now where he lay my only regret i reflect is he didn't see me do it or didn't hear him begging no mercy, cries or see him submit shocked i guess that's when it hit me as i started to scream drenched in sweat i awoke from my dream thankful, i then had some milk with a treat i looked down beside me where he lay comfortably asleep confused as this couldn't be real but in the morning he woke me early with a yell asked what was this video? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell? should he play it or let me tell?