Inaction

From my sleep I start, alerted
to the noise of something blurted
by some stranger at the bottom of the stairs.
Reluctantly, I rise from bed
and blink – This dream is not yet dead!-
its embers flicker in the cavern of my sight.
I lock the door to my bedroom,
and hope that sleep finds me soon –
Dreaming is such a dear delight and
I’d rather a dream than a rightful fight.

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