A/N: Argh. I wrote this ages ago. Tell me what you think.

THE DREAM

She wakes

Sarah

Stirred from sleep

By her name

Sarah

He's sat on the end of the bed

In the cell

Her cell

Her padded cell

He holds her tight

Tight and soft

Soft and tight

Murmuring soft

You know

You know it'll happen

But you know that it shouldn't

Suddenly he's gone

Warm embrace left cold

And then she knows

She knows

The clock is ticking

She runs out

The hallway

Sterile White

Limbo for the dead of mind

His retreating form

Tiny

Chases it

Makes it grow

She cries out

He ne'r turns

Ne'r flinches

Invisible

Insubstantial

Follows

Hall

After hall

After hall

Last hall

Outside

Playground

Children

Six and under

Playing with their mamas

In the sun

Desperately

She beats the chain-link fence

Screaming – no sound

Shrieking – no pitch

Bomb drops

Knew it would

It Does

Red

Black

Black, red

Red sky

Black children

Like burnt paper

Shockwave

All flies apart

As ash

Like dead leaves on the wind