They are comin’…

[photo taken in my Jurassic park ~ jean-claude]

I woke up draped in a thick shroud of sweat while they were hollering at me. My breath stopped, frozen in terror. My heart, like the drums of ancient warriors, scanted their threats of torture. My feet no longer carrying me, my legs as limp as fresh clay, they, the horrible creatures, started to tear my feeble limbs. But the dreams insist on telling me better days are coming! They’re a comin’…

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