Dream House

There's a mansion in my recurring dream.
Enormous rooms open up
to more rooms
and fabulous furnishings.

There are staircases, bookcases,
hallways and doorways.
Cheerfully, I begin to explore
into it's deeper depths
and unlock the horrors.

It's where I find myself time and time again.
In the attic, the basement
and the claustrophobic
closet spaces.

The beauty turns into desolation and terrifying dispair.
Everything is black, burned out
and there's some Thing
else there.

All my hiding places found take me further into the maze.
I feel It getting closer,
creeping and capturing me
in It's gaze.

My racing mind competes with my heart's palpitations.
I open mouth to scream,
knowing I face my death
and damnation.

Then I awaken from the nightmare once again to safety.
With terror etched in sweat
on my forehead and
the bedsheets.

I lay in the darkness hearing every little creak.
Still thinking some Thing
is going to reach out
and get me.

Finally, exhausted ,my sleepy eyes
go from dark to black.
The last thing I remember
is thinking how long
till It comes back.