And the Dream Made it Worse

Dreaming awake

The butterfly flutters

As the smell of toast

Wafts.

The crow caws

In a dark morning sky

… And the dream made it worse.

Awake in your sleep

The blackbird flaps its wings

As it hurries away.

Checkmate:

My queen to your king

As the first drop of rain falls

…And the dream made it worse.

She runs through the

Narrow

Halls and he sits there,

Imperiously,

Impassively.

The raven gives one last caw

…And the dream made it worse.

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