Feverish, 
The night was blurry: 
Sleeping on and off, 
Waking disoriented -- 
Not sure where I was, or why. 
Gas station thermometer 
Purchased earlier: 
One-O-Two. 

Like a blaze 
Burning a city 
That seemed on fire, 
Dreaming hordes of invaders 
Were streaming through my doorway. 
In truth, the city 
Prepared for a storm 
Called Opal.

The storm passed 
While I finally 
Got some sleep