Shivering Shock

Shivering, Shock.
I woke to an artificial sun
a beautiful tapestry amidst my things
the birds sang their praise.

The light conveyed my dearest
Glowing, radiant, smiles
it showed me their triumphs
that sparkled with every motion.

I glanced out the window
Met with a singing lark
that seemed to enjoy my presence
I smiled
It all seemed too fair but I was falling.

Then the lark turned to a crow,
The sun to a dark scowling moon
The tapestry into a battered sheet
My dearest into my most feared.
The lake into a doomed swamp.
Shivering, shock, reality.