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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