Jim Onteoras — 1985 The Lenni Lenape

Jim lies in his bed; his eyes close and in the darkness, he is carried into the land of dreams. His bedroom grows icy and clouds with frost. Crystalline curtains drape his windows. His floor sprouts a carpet of thick, plush snow. The night metronome of the crickets slows to a funereal tempo as the temperature plummets.

Wrapped tight inside his blanket of dreams, Jim shivers.