Wordle 132: Nightmare

Once again, The Sunday Whirl has challenged me. It was a stretch!



Waking from a nightmare
filled with flames and smoke,
her sheets tangled around her
in the still inky darkness,
she yearned for safety,
the immeasurable peace
which seemed to have eroded,
washed away in the rivers of time
bending through her anxieties,
leaving only clay and pebbles.
But then a wet tongue
gently licked her face purring
“I’m here; you are loved.”