Cold Dreams
By: Danielle McGeachie
I'm freezing cold,
As if there are no blood running through me.
I look into the mirror and gasp,
Gold eyes and flawless skin,
Waist-length hair,
Perfect teeth.
But there seem to be something wrong,
For I have enormous canines,
A craving for blood,
Hunting, I think.
And, I can't have gold eyes,
They're suppose to be blue,
And I don't wear contacts,
How could this be true?!
I sniff the air,
Human,
And notice I'm hungry.
I woke up,
Screaming,
And notice that the dream,
Came true.