Sirens 12:48
  It's never a good thing
You wake up counting
Two
Three
They are passing
Very close now
You take a deeper breath
The clock glows orange
Someone is in trouble
You streach your spine
Think of fire
Heart attack
Auto accident
They are fading in the distance
You adjust the pillow
They are gone
You think of friends
Family
You pray they are safe
Blankets enfold you with warmth
Darkness takes command
You drift with the small
Secret
Guilt
Thank you God
It wasn't me

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