Flashes upon flashes,
It shines outside my window,
It's silver beam in the shape of a sash,
I hide beneath my pillow.
It's shining light continues to glare,
I squeeze my pillow even more,
The shine is as bright as a flare,
It's like the light is off to war.
I call this shining thing lightning,
For it's the bright flash that I see,
It's glare ever so slightly brightening,
The light shining right into me.
I clench my eyes shut,
I squeeze my pillow tight,
The fear feeling like I was punched in the gut,
My body shining from all of the light.
I feel my body jerk to the side,
As I feel the light brighten to the extreme,
It's too late now to hide,
As the 18-wheeler rams right into me.