Be Careful What You Wish For Part 3
Down a hall and to the left,
a familiar door hung.
We stopped in front of it,
and it dropped my hand.
When I didn’t move,
it gestured to the door.
I turned the handle,
and stepped inside my bedroom.
Relieved the nightmare was over,
I collapsed in bed.
The hand shaking me awake was cold,
and I begged for five more minutes.
When the shaking came again,
I reluctantly sat up,
rubbing my eyes to wake them up.
When they opened,
I saw a familiar creature,
with more of them lingering
in an unfamiliar hall beyond the door.
The creature in front of me
held out an unbroken plate
like the one from my kitchen at home,
filled with biscuits and gravy
like the ones Mom had promised
to make for breakfast this morning.
Tears filled my vision
as my new reality dawned.
My room was here by magic,
though I had seen my home grow distant.
My promised breakfast was perfect,
though my mother wasn’t here.
Somehow my dreams of magic
had been twisted into a nightmare.
My ideas of magic had been joyous,
but the reality only brought me tears.
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