Dreams of you frighten me more than nightmares.
I can handle the sight of bodies on the floor
and monsters clawing and biting at my door.
Neither so scary as dancing while music plays slowly
my head resting on your chest gently.
An attack where I’m weakest,  
I wake and I’m speechless,
rubbing my eyes, holding my heart,
The most terrifying dreams are the ones
that I wish were real.