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

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 

 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.

                   NIGHT SWEATS


Take Every Thought Captive

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.



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