nearly every morning
blaring sirens crashed into my dream
shattering the quiet of my tranquil neighborhood
i shot up from my pillow
drenched in the cold sweat
that couldn’t pull me from my deep sleep
my jumbled mind and shaking hands
peeled damp clothes off my body
then i brushed my teeth
checked my smile in the mirror
and drove to work
Love the realism in this–the last stanza hits hard.