My eyes open in the middle of the night
Off to the left of me, I see a door
The door is hovering
Then it quickly vanishes
I can sense I wasn’t supposed to see it
Power passes power
Now the door will no longer be used by you
Poetry & Prose
My eyes open in the middle of the night
Off to the left of me, I see a door
The door is hovering
Then it quickly vanishes
I can sense I wasn’t supposed to see it
Power passes power
Now the door will no longer be used by you