NIGHT SWEATS
Take Every Thought Captive
By Sharon BetheaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I was caught in the tail of a tornado whist around and around, entangled
in cattails, dust, thorns, and thistles until I landed on the ground.
As horror and gloom gripped my soul I screamed and shook like
never before.
I opened my eyes one at a time. I noticed I was under my bed covers, cozy
and warm. The only noise I heard was thunder and lightning during the
storm.
When I realized I was still in my room. I sat up in bed with a grin on my
face. It seemed so real, a movie, or better yet, a Broadway play.
It was only a dream stuck in my head.
Hooray! Hooray!
About the Creator
Sharon Bethea
Certified Life Coach & Author; I enjoy writing poetry, and helping individuals overcome obstacles to fulfill their purpose in life.
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