CAN DREAMS BE REAL?
Was I dreaming?
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I dreamed of a window
With a clawed hand reaching in.
Behind it was a ghoul
With a devilish grin.
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He then grabbed my throat
And started to squeeze.
I choked; I sweated.
My breath was a wheeze.
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I fought and wriggled
As I tried to get free.
Who was this demon
Who was attacking me?
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He spoke not a word
As my vision turned black.
I slumped to the floor
And couldn’t fight back.
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When I opened my eyes
I was back in my bed.
My breathing was normal.
I was clearly not dead.
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I looked in the mirror
And with a loud gasp,
Around my throat
Was a large round red gash.
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Then as I tried
To wash the welts clean,
In the mirror appeared:
Happy Halloween.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
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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