::- The nightmarish dream -::

The late afternoon nap,
Which I ceremoniously take,
Was the thing
When I got this hineaous dream.
Dream.
A nightmare indeed.
It felt so real,
For ones I had forgot
That I was sleeping.
She was crying for help
And I was watching measurably,
She was shouting with rage
And I was sinking in melancholy.
For ones I did not win,
Though it was a dream.
And then I woke up,
Panting.
Frightened.
And praying,
Cause I had learned
How much she means to me.