Things were exploding,
the skies where streaked
with trails of flame.
The ground was shaking
and everyone was screaming.
I was outside, near an old
wooden porch, looking up
at the skies as it seemed the
world was coming to an end.
I woke up. Somewhat startled.
The way the world was collapsing
was shocking. But the details had
already faded.
Who was I with?
Where was I?
What was with the porch?
Was I old?
Was I me?
I rolled over in my bed,
looking for the cool side
of the pillow. I checked the
clock and frowned.
I’m tired.
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