After a Nap

maybe a final dream

After a Nap

I never noticed that before: notes written in the vent above my head,

official, looking like a warning, 

or some subtle instruction in that neat, factory laminate font.

Very hard to see. Can't get close, I am covered in dust.

I never noticed that before,

a small door in the wall. It can't be

there is nothing behind that wall.

Why! It's opening.

I didn't know about this before

between the realities of the house

I squeeze through the dark

I should have stayed in bed.

The door closes and lights go on.

Nobody told me about this, 

but I did dream it.

Only now do I wonder where my pillow is.