Thursday

Explosions all around, dying people everywhere , I hide behind the walls in dreads of fear, screaming in the street, lasers fill the grey void of winter chill, perhaps it’s time to swallow that final pill, as the building collapses into demise, I can hear the fainted passing of another life, in panic I cannot breathe and begin to sweat until I am soaked through and completely wet, there is a blast nearby loud of boast, am I to die?, I do not know, all of a sudden a shadow is close, I’m taken by the hand of a Holy Ghost, a guardian angel of subtle look, in one arm a tuba and the other hand a book “do not fear, she utters sweet”, for you are still alive within your sheets, she taps me gently upon my face I open my eyes to white satin lace, it was so surreal, a nightmarish dream or could have been the future that I haven’t yet seen, whatever the case another ruined night brought on by the panic of a horridly frightening sight.