Nightmares

I awake in a cold sweat,
but there’s no real threat,
at least not a perceptible one,
no danger, no man with a gun,
merely my brain firing violently,
as I lay my heart pounding speedily,
playing podcasts reading reddit posts,
pulse is slowing as smooth talking hosts,
lull me back into the to the sleep of reason,
where Goya’s monsters wait for me to drop my guard.