{"id":12933,"date":"2015-06-14T03:49:03","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:49:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12933"},"modified":"2015-06-14T03:49:03","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:49:03","slug":"12933","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/12933\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">AS THE ALARM CLOCK on the chest of drawers exploded like a horrid little bomb of bell metal, Dorothy, wrenched from the depths of some complex, troubling dream, awoke with a start and lay on her back looking into the darkness in extreme exhaustion.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Her head was pounding, and for a moment, she wondered\u00a0why someone\u00a0would use a\u00a0hammer on\u00a0her head.\u00a0She realized quickly\u00a0that she was all alone in her room; alone\u00a0in her bed.\u00a0She inhaled deeply,\u00a0the\u00a0cold air in her\u00a0frigid room.\u00a0Suddenly, Dorothy remembered what had occurred and what, and she felt as if she would swoon.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">She reached\u00a0for her robe and struggled trying to get up. Dorothy finally managed to make it out of bed, and make it to the sink. The water was icy cold, instantly freezing her naked skin. She could not believe that she was in her current state.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">After taking a drink Dorothy slowly walked away and\u00a0back to her bed.Before lying down she took medicine to calm her head. She almost felt relieved that she was in some pain, because it was better, than what faced her the next day.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong><em>Stanza 1 : A Clergyman&#8217;s Daughter; <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong><em>A<\/em><\/strong><strong><em>uthor: George Orwell<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em><strong>Harcourt Brace &amp; Company<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em><strong>Copyright 1936<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">By: KMH 2015<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>AS THE ALARM CLOCK on the chest of drawers exploded like a horrid little bomb of bell metal, Dorothy, wrenched from the depths of some complex, troubling dream, awoke with a start and lay on her back looking into the darkness in extreme exhaustion. Her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":643,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12933","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12933","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/643"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12933"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12933\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13082,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12933\/revisions\/13082"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12933"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12933"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12933"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}