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The Dream

by Sharon Pribble on Wednesday, August 29, 2012 at 10:44am ·
I woke in a sweat
My head ached
I was nauseated
I was very cold

All from a dream
A dream of running through a house
Up stairways
Down stairways

To the attic
Down the stairs
Through the house
To the cellar

No idea what was pursuing me
Only that I had to get away
I saw no outside doors
Just in house doorways

The fear was constant
Neverending
Just the endless flight
Through an unknown house

Till I woke
and realized
That house had been my
happy childhood home

No idea why I had to run
or what I feared
I was happy back then
The bad things were all in my future

Sharon Pribble