I was running hard
down a red lit path
desperate
The crackle of sparks
a deafening roar
panic
Heat bubbles my skin
with a searing pain
screaming
Grey curtains pull shut
I can’t find the path
stumble
I spring up thrashing
tangled in bedsheets
awake
The sparks still echo
ringing in my ears
confused
My skin is stinging
the rest of the day
worried
The taste of smoke is
acrid in my mouth
lingers