At four in the morning, she rose with a huge sigh of relief looking around her bedroom. Her thoughts still in her adventuresome dream. She lay back, hoping to find some peace. Tossing and turning her feline friend left her side for a calmer bed.
A piercing alarm startled her awake and she lay quietly trying to collect herself. Was this a dream she had? Someone was trying to kill her and the environment was so chaotic. Suddenly it became a beauty salon with clothes scattered on the floor. All was quite frightening until an old friend she had not seen in a decade walks in nonchalantly. He remains quiet yet the atmosphere felt safer.
dreams
chasing her
slumber’s clutch
dreams
turning
into nightmares
chasing her
running frantically
in thin air
slumber’s clutch
changing screenplays
amid sleep cycles
© Tournesol ‘18/09/11
Daily moments escaping dreams August 11 2018
Such are dreams or nightmares, “changing screenplays amid sleep cycles.” Nicely written. ❤
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Thanks so much, Olga. Truly appreciate your comments 🙂
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