night
Dream
The night begins like the slow dousing of a theatre’s lights
And the theatre of the imagined takes over
As visuall cues are obliterated by the inky blackness
What was that noise, coming from the kitchen?
Slow shuffling sounds coming up the streetlamp lit passageway
To my bedroom
A milky shadow of a figure moves across the room
And envelops me in bed
I try to talk to it, but terror won’t allow
Suddenly I am awake and I get on with my day
Relieved
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