Insomniac’s dream
A strange series of events.
By ChristopherWritesPublished 11 months ago • Updated 11 months ago • 1 min read
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Once upon a winter day dreary, I fell fast asleep for my mind was weary.
I rose from my resting place and my shoes started sticking.
I checked the time, but the clocks weren’t ticking.
I stood up and the floorboards were rocking.
I glanced through the peephole and the devil came knocking.
I went to the kitchen and the pots all had rust,
I went to the attic and the furniture turned to dust.
The spill in the kitchen had turned into a lake.
I set back down to check the time, I did not know what of it to make
I opened my eyes, and the clocks had all reset, for I was now awake.
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