A Door Ajar

Startled, I rose from my bed, moved out moved towards the front door- yes, as I suspected it remained half open! I opened it in full came out outside it was pitch dark- but for a few sleepy lamp posts- The night remained half asleep Retreating, I closed the door turned back to see a faceless head moving outside about my window panes I shouted Who the hell outside there? Startled, I woke up It was a dream Fear or love or hatred that lies at the bottom of the subconscious surface out as dreams Do I love my door the more? Do I fear my window the less? A dream is a dream- good or bad- enjoy the better part therein! January 7,2023