The wind howls,
Wishing and whooping as I lay in bed.
The shaking of the room strikes me
With the fear that we are going to fall.
Like one of those dreams;
Falling and never coming to a halt.
This time it could be real though-
My fear tells me that this will happen.
The noise of a werewolf, still howling outside.
I'm petrified of dogs- not a big hound! I can imagine
The canines sinking inside me.
Like I am in bed- falling through it.
Paralysed. I can't move.
Wrapped up. Still falling.
A sinking feeling.
Good night.
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