In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Nightmares.”
Standing here right above the abyss,
She closed her eyes in absolute bliss.
To be with the people she loved,
That was always her bedtime wish.
She let the sunlight caress her cheeks,
Basked in the glory for which she cried.
She saw them there under the tree,
Memories that made the sorrows flee.
Before she could reach them,
The mighty wind uprooted the tree.
Blinked back the tears that threatened to flow,
She found herself holding on to the pillow.