scared to death
hours before the dawn
I lay awake on my deathbed
breathing shallowly
the nasty weather outside
superseding any other sound
that may be coming out of my mouth
my only fear is that if I fall asleep
all hell will break loose
my mind stuck in heavy mode
processing reality into dreams
projected from my narrowly open eyes
onto the ceiling above me
june two thousand twenty-four
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jdubqca 
a projection of your dream? it will always be a surprise, or plot twist? I like that.
isn’t that the truth….
🙂