Woke up in the middle of the bed,
With blinding lights out of the shed
Of sunlights of the morning red
In the day of me to be fed.
I walked and ran to discover
Nothing to recover
How pity of me to feel
Something that’s nothing to seal.
Seen a sofa in a shining light
Sat down and think nothing was right
Should be feeling something light
To ease the tension building bright?
No one reminisced a day such this
Oh, how sad should I feel?
But then I heard a thundering group of claps.
Looking up, witnessing beaming faces at last!
—
E.R Baguinaon (11012018)
Dreams and Nightmares 