All I can see is black,
Jet black and it's surrounding me
Like a canopy shielding me from the rain.
The stars scintillated
And the moon smiled at me
As it only has a sliver of it showing.
As I stand there
I hear the boisterous wind
As it slams against my numbed face,
But a part of me feels like it's sighting danger.
The tempestuous wind seized my attention,
Was it the sea colliding into the rocks?
Or a steam train that's juddering along its train track?
But no, it wasn't a train or the sea
It was a monumental whirlwind hastening towards me.
Before I knew it,
I was being tossed and twirled around
Like a ball in a netball tournament.
Suddenly, I felt that the whirlwind
Was encasing me,
But then I realised it was only my warm duvet
Hugging me tight, in my restful bed.
by Megan Rose Tomlinson (10)
Western Primary School - North Yorkshire
Competition - Once Upon a Dream
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