There is thunder in my head,

I wake to the tremors of shaking

“it’s just a dream” I chant,

but my heart does not stop

its restless beating.

Beating. Breathing. Changing

the sheets in the dead of the night

the linen soaked again in sweat.

The night has passed

but still, I yearn for sleep.

The storm approaches.

I close my eyes,

and wait for thunder.

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