Secret Door

October 27, 2015

I open my secret door

as I lie and go to sleep.

I hope to find my

imagination in my deep slumber.

What will it be tonight?

Romance, action or suspense?

It's the thought that keeps me up at night,

guessing what comes next.

I do not like the exit sign,

above my secret door.

The sound of my alarm

ignites the red glow I loathe.

I guess it's time to wake up,

another day in the real world.

Eight hours isn't enough inside of

My secret door.

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