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