A DREAM

A DREAM

I am lying very still, as I never have before

I am lying very still upon this cold, hard Oak door

Submerged in total darkness, no light do my eyes see

Only stillness, only darkness pressing heavily on me

All around the door is stillness, as I strain to hear

Something other than myself to help dispel my fear

And as I force myself to think, to what may lie ahead

A sudden chill runs through my spine

Oh my God…I’m dead

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