Upon hearing the sound of the wind howling outside,
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
The windows swung open, slamming
Against the cold wall, the curtain floating.

I sat up and started to feel cold all over.
A cold sweat broke out, dripping from my temple to shoulder.
With a shiver, I lept out of bed,
And stopped dead at the open windows.

It was dark and thunder ominously rumbled.
I trembled as the wind whistled,
Bringing with it cold moisture,
that later on became big drops of rain.

All at once I felt unbearable pain.
I swayed, stumbled, and tumbled down the floor.
The pain grew and grew some more,
Before it all went dark and nothing more.

In the morning, I woke up not on the floor,
But in my warm bed and so I swore,
I was frightened by a nightmare.
Now the air was calm and it was over.

— Petra

I had a bad dream the other day and thought it would be fun to write about a nightmare. My nightmare wasn’t like what I described in the poem, though. I forgot a lot of it and remember only the feelings it gave me.

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