Nightmare

Cold moon in the sky, cold draft in my room, small wonder why I feel impending doom. Scufflings at midnight from inside my door; shadows of something are crossing my floor! I'm rigid with fear as to what they might be, those scary spectres are coming for me! I tighten my grip on a poker I found, trembling in terror I don't make a sound! Just when I despair of making a break mom tousles my hair, "It's time to awake!"