The Shade Was Drawn Up

During the light of day, I was lying upon my bed, the room was dark. My mom walked into my room to draw the shade up, I told her that I didn't want the shade drawn up. I told her to leave. After she had left, I looked back to where the shade remained down. By itself the shade was drawn up. Outside my window there was a tree that had not been there before, the tree was black. I saw my white hand, my arm entwined with the arms of the dead, black tree. This tree began to shake with ten times the strength of any earthquake. I sat bolt upright. This dream I could not ignore, because what God had to say to me just rocked me to the core. by S.E. Clark