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03:13 A.M.
Afraid to blink
Afraid to breathe
Afraid to move
He feels so weak in the knees
As the barrel of the gun
is pressed against his temple.
He is praying inside, screaming to God.
"It's not my time yet, I am not ready."
"What about my family, who will protect them?"
"Why is this happening to me?"
The robber shouting demands
threatening the man's life
It all begins to flash before him.
Every thought, every memory
Even up to this morning at 03:13 am
When he was awoken by his son.
A toddler that was having a bad dream.
Comforting his son
He told him "it was only a dream...only a dream."
Now the Squeeze of the trigger
The hammer strikes down
The bullet is projected
out the barrel of the gun.
He wakes up.
His son, who is just a toddler comes in
saying he had a bad dream.
He comforts his son
He says "it was only a dream...only a dream."
Laying his head down he looks at the alarm clock
it reads 03:13 am.
