New Duvet

3.30 am and I awake in a cold sweat.
With an aching head,
confused instead.
Tiredness has bled right out of me
In bright red.

It is the floor, I discover
With a discarded cover.
What I would do now to be with another.
Even my mother.
I shudder.

The man on the plane
Clearly insane
Made them jump into rain
And then the explosion’s pain jolted me awake

Forgetting my place
I stand and embrace
The room with which I am now faced.
To return to normality is a mental race,
Second place.

Six years today,
I say.
No nightmares have come my way
Since six years ago on this day.
Must be the new duvet.


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