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Nightmares
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It's every midnight like clock work
Late hours at night
Tossing and turning
Drenched in a cold sweat
Shivers down my spine
My heart racing
The waking shock pulling me from the terrible dream
MY mind racing with confusion
The room silent except for the storm brewing like a growling dog outside
The lightning a flashes with such speed
I feel dizzy
My dream I just awoke from was full of fright
Suffocating, I hold on to myself
As if the fear I might fall apart at any given moment
Is this real
I hold my head from such terrible sights
How can such a innocent dream would turn into a nightmare
My most inner fears became a reality
That it shook me with utter fright
Like a rabbit in fear of the wolf coming closer in it's hiding place
I'm over taken with a rush of adrenaline
As my breathing slows
I laugh at how silly I am from such a small nightmare of being buried alive
Until a loud clash of thunder roars
As if chastising me for being cocky
I try to go to sleep
This time no nightmares of monsters and demons
Only romance and sweet treats of my desire
And hopefully someone I admire
But sadly I'm cold and tired
Sweet dreams
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