I wake, disconcerted and exhausted. The room looks normal, 

furniture appearing as normal. Time passes,

and nothing unusual happens. The floor then creaks,

signaling someone to appear, but there dwells nothing.

I wake again, once more fazed by my surroundings.

Seemingly standard, but somewhat peculiar. 

This time, I discern something prior unnoticed. A crow, 

gliding through the night sky outside my vacant window. 

I wake, a third occasion. My eyes displaced, 

I scan strange surroundings once more. 

I am beyond the window this time, but still human. 

Then the reaper I dread appears, coming at my end.

I wake, for the fourth and final time. A different location

from before. My home, not the room I dreamt of thrice.

It was a dream of the atypical variety. Wary of this dream,

I resolve to stay calm despite the ominous feeling of death.