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Whispers in the night
wake me from my sleep.
I look around,
and see not a thing.
The wind blows outside,
calmly and slow.
It soothes my heart
with it's sensitive tone
I sit up in my bed.
Something is not right.
There is something going on,
in this seemingly peaceful night.
I open my door,
and am hit by the flames.
They rage wildly,
and will not listen to me.
My room is now filled
with poisonous gas.
I crawl on the floor,
and get cut in the side by glass.
My window has exploded.
I can now get out!
But which way do I go?
It's to dark in here to know.
Finally, after minutes,
of looking around,
I've found my window!
I start to climb down
I reach the bottom
and stand in my yard.
My house caves in.
And the neighbors watch from afar.
The flames keep going.
Here come the firemen!
They put out the blaze
that almost trapped me in.
The paramedics look at me
and ask if I am Ok.
I show them my cut,
and they take me away.
They take me to the hospital
and some doctors fix me up.
That gash is deep, they say.
You were lucky that you got away.
I sit alone here today,
and think about that night.
When something so calm,
turned life threatening, because I left my toaster on.
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