It Is Noon

It is noon
I'm weary and tired
My eyes are straining
No light at all

I'm thinking of a trap
The way so hairy like a forest
That I fear walking alone
I hear strange sounds from the sides

The roaring voice of a lion
I'm deeply frightened
Frightened like a an insect
My toes are almost swollen

In a second
I find myself lying flat
Flat like wooden timber
Just in the bed
It is just a dream !