Rolling from a side to the other
Cause I don't dare wake mother
Edmut not disturbed, still in the dream world he utters

Standing up to get the lamp
Sounds of squishing lot lamb
Heartbeat of shaking thumb

Finally got the lamp
Looking damp
From the fear of the moving shawdow,that tend to stop when I stop

I hurried back in bed
And I heard squeaking birds

I heard gongs
And clicking tongues

The noisy cricket
Makes me ambivalent

I could no more suffer the torture
All I did was to snooze

I could wake by a father's feel
Makes me feel my skin peel
Voices of faraway hunters
Blood boiling, Blood curdling
My pillow is now my shield

But Edmut so boorish
He never knew my troubles
So shuck
He keeps uttering, still in the dream world

The gongs became louder
The clicking tongues
The voices of faraway hunters
echoing "Help"

I jumped off the bed and screamed
Edmut!
He was cadaverous by my words
"Have you turned yourself a god? Why the alarming shout Olson"
"Edmut, Edmut "
"What Olson,why disturb my peace in the dream world "
"Edmut is it the witching hour "
"Who fed you such lies? there's no such as witching hour "
"What then?"
"I am sure you are terrified by mother's snor or better still snarling, don't be a coward and put off the lamp"