My Poker Face

I sit there in my red velvet chair. Taping my fingers away at the table. I put on my unreadable face.

My Poker Face.

I'm sitting at the gambling table with my worst enemy in life, biggest fear, best friend, first true love, the person who can make me feel like I'm on cloud nine, and last but not least the one person who can kick me while I'm down.

I look around at each one trying to read their faces. Then down at my hand. My normal and okay hand. Trying to put together combinations of cards to create something amazing. Nothing special lies within my fingers. I have random cards appearing out of no where. It's to hard to catch up with.

Suddenly, I look up. I only see one person sitting across from me. I look around in a panic. Heart racing. Sweat racing down my forehead. My vision is getting blurred. I feel my face. Suddenly I feel that my face is covered in water. I realize I'm crying. I can no longer see.

I fall to my knees. Screaming. Reaching out hoping that someone will grab my hand. No one is there to grab it. I didn't get a close enough look at the person sitting across from me to find out who it really was.

I'm helpless.

I think. I try to figure out something to do. My mind is racing. I can't control it. All I want is for it to stop. Take one sort 1/2 second break. I'm slowly getting dizzy. My head is spinning. Nothing is making sense. Everything is a huge mess painted on one tiny wall.






Everything is black.

I'm slowly regaining strength.

I open my eyes.

I sit up. Look around. I'm in my room and laying in my bed. Was it all a dream? Could that truly of all been in my head.

I turn around look at my wall. Look at that frame that's still hanging on my wall. The pictures that are still stuck on my wall. While looking up all the word's that I can form is, "Thank God."

My nightmare wasn't true. I hadn't hit the ground.