What Was That?

It was a coldest night
I was feeling tight 
Darkness was there and I heard a sound
I tried not to bother and be spellbound 
But then I felt what to do 
What I’m supposed to do 
Then I opened my eyes, 
to see myself on the bed
I couldn’t figure out, 
as I was unable to head
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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