"Waged and Won"

In a lucid slumber my breath tightened while winds raged into a crescendo against the house, whistling like a death rattle from the lungs of someone at the end. Fine, coarse snow pelting my window, tiny bullets in my armor, your war against me waged and won. The sun darting through the blinds like a victory banner landing square across my mouth. Aleathia Drehmer 2007