Storm

Last night I thought the storm would burst in through our bedroom window. In my semi-conscious state I heard its howlings push through the long sloping glass crack, leaving us starring into the gnashing maw of God's fury. In my dreams I saw a sky full of revolting stars throwing themselves streaming through a black sky--trails of soft screams--and a lightening glow growing in the east. The earth's tortured death throes. I tossed and turned all night hoping to wake M, to feel his wrapping arms promise safety. But he didn't stir. This morning he said he didn't even hear the storm.