They let me in. I went right up to the nursery <br />and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous <br />fetal position. <br /> <br />They didn't know what to make of it. They stood <br />by the crib looking down at me. <br /> <br />They were young. This was their house. Instead <br />of an infant, a grown man is in the nursery. <br /> <br />Of course they hadn't planned on anything like <br />this. It never occurred to them that anything <br />like this could happen. <br /> <br />I had made my move. All I could do was to keep <br />the position, pretending to sleep . . .<br /><br />Russell Edson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-position/
