A STRANGE HOLIDAY NIGHTMARE

What is my nightmare?

I’m in an office building,

somewhere in New York City.

I hear explosions.

I look out the window.

Planes are dropping bombs.

Buildings are bursting into flames.

People are screaming around me.

I run down the stairs,

caught in a mass of people,

all intent on escaping.

To where, we don’t know.

I run down the streets.

Bombs keep falling.

I see a bridge in the distance.

Then it’s gone.

It exploded.

All that’s left are flames.

What is happening?

Are we under attack?

I close my eyes.

I open them again.

I can see my room.

Thank god it was only a nightmare.

I swear I could still smell the smoke.

A strange holiday nightmare.