Light

Light is interesting.  Holding no tangible shape, unable to be physically touched, and yet it warms my bones during summer afternoon walks.
I learn that there is light coming through the bottom of my door.
I open a private investigation and become thrilled with my discoveries.
Movement in the hallway!
I dart under my blankets and ponder, out loud mind you, if I had been seen on the other side of this door.
Time passes as I stare at my tarantula.  he doesn't move, just standing there, two legs in the air, the rest like pillars imbedded in the mulch.
Creeping out from my cave I find whatever I had seen is now gone.
Crisis adverted, all is well.
Then I find the key hole.                    
The properties of light amaze me further as I stare through this gateway.
A body moves across the hall and up the stares.  I freeze.
Old houses can play tricks on you with their years of experience.
Enjoying the games they play on the minds of her inhabitants.
Then again, it could be those mushrooms I ingested.