Rated: K

Genre: Poetry/Drama

Summary: An assignment I had to do in creative writing about waking.

Waking Nightmare

By: Heather Grey

The death chill in the morning air

Calls to me—

Commands me to wake from my

Eternal slumber from my cozy coffin.

As much as I refuse,

My body goes in stiffness.

My feet touch the icy floor

And I tremble and mourn for the warmth

That's not there no more.

But I must go on.

Shackled in chains and slave to routine,

I go about dreaming of the comforts of bed.

As day slowly ends (such cruel torture)

I find my lost friend as I drift off—

Knowing the nightmare will repeat once again.