AS I LAY SLEEPING

Or Was I?

By Margaret BrennanPublished 5 months ago • Updated 5 months ago • 1 min read

AS I LAY SLEEPING

Or was I?

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I felt the bed slightly stirring

As if someone sat down next to me.

Without a word, a hand reached out –

Ice to the touch, with a chill that ran through me.

The room now felt colder than ever,

With a wind I just could not see.

Although I felt a presence,

There was no one in my house but me.

The room was too quiet, no sound could be heard

I wanted to turn to see who was there,

I did my best to open my eyes,

But felt trapped, paralyzed in the chilling air.

When I awoke the next morning,

I thought, “Oh my what a dream!”

But there were muddy footprints on the carpet!

I tried to cry out but found there wasn’t a scream.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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