you shouldn't be here

You Shouldn’t Be Here

By dan ankers

I am where I need to be to sleep, and the alarm clock by my bed says three.

I have no need to feel alert. It hasn’t rung and sung its song.

So dreams they whisper and pirouette like smoke

Tracing passive moments of past lives I’ve met

While across the carpet walks a woman who I know is real

Dream or not, I am unsure

I look to her with violet temperament. In shock and awe but at the least no worse than that

She...well I’m sure she is a she, but for me, I can be sure of almost nothing

I’m in a dream?

I see

I see a woman, I AM certain of that

She sees me and seems to express the full significance

Of nothingness

She is not angry, nor afraid

She merely walks

As she makes her way

Through this very room

Where I Slumber