210: I Prefer My Monsters Under the Bed
Last night I had the dream-
the active shooter dream
the one where we’re all together
but I can’t find you.
You’re in the crowd.
People are running.
I can feel my heart in my mouth.
Last night I had the dream
and I shook you awake-
unconsciously grabbing for you,
reaching for you, reaching for
any sign that this is not what it looks like.
And there in the dark
you put your hand on my face,
you said I’m right here, I’m right here.
I said I’m right here, I’m right here.
But when we went back to sleep
I was jealous of childhood nightmares
for the very first time.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good
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