scream.

loudly, 

loudly she roars, 

roars

and as the windows

turn cold and frosty

and as the trees 

nakedly shake, laughing,

laughing, she screams.

i wake,

i wake at her sound,

sound rattling

the glass, sound

pounding the floor.

i am naked but warm,

warm in a sound forgetting.

tick-ticking,

ticking goes the hand,

hand incessantly moving.

i can no longer return

to sleep, her scream

pounding, and time 

tick-ticking,

ticking.