In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Hoping to float away on dreams,
Suspecting not,
there will be screams...
••••
I dreamed I went to bed, and
very soon began to snore.
A short time later, I awoke,
somehow, stuck to the floor.
Could only move a few muscles.
No sound came from my mouth.
I had no sense of where I was.
My luck had fast gone south!

The only thing that I could see,
were tiny strips of light.
They ran across the ceiling,
down a hall, and out of sight.
There was a low-grade buzzing,
but nothing else was heard.
Then I noticed someone there,
that uttered not a word!
It was no normal "someone,"
rather, something I'd not seen!
It moved, and reappeared...elsewhere,
in a quick, bright flash of green.

A red flash, this time...there's another!
then a burst, and there were more!
I dared not close my eyes
not knowing what they had in store!
A mist began to sprinkle down,
from somewhere high above.
I watched it slowly diffuse
as it clung to me like a glove.

This time I could move...