Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Quiet Time

It's morning and I'm here in bed.
My mind is on a dream I had,
That I woke up and I was dead.
My day is starting off real bad.
I hear the ticking of the clock.
I know it's silly lying here,
Afraid in a frozen state of shock.
I don't know what I have to fear.
Go face your day with a bright smile,
As though there's nothing here amiss.
I want to be alone awhile,
So don't you breathe a word of this.

I can't because I have no breath,
Because the dream was really death.