Nightmare
Curled in the fetal position, snug and warm in the bed under the fluffy down
comforter dreaming as day breaks. Then suddenly a storm brews and explodes
through the large double-paned window lifting me up higher than I had ever been
lifted before. Sucked up out of the warm covers, surrounded by broken glass but
still in slumber but terrified, heart pounding trapped in a nightmare that doesn't
seem to want to end. Then the alarm buzzes bringing back to reality falling,
falling back down to the soft warm bed where dreams are made.
glass crunches with weight
can't move for shattered pieces...
tornado sirens
Life as known up until this time has changed. Trapped in fear any thunderstorm
cower in a basement each time there is a cloud remembering, remembering that day
when a horrific storm blew through my window.
Inspired by one of the pictures
in Debbie's contest page but
not an entry.
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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