Not a Hallucination
I must have dozed off.
Evaporated. A cloud in the sky.
The house was silent.
Nightmares opened the door
Sighing
Not enough Not enough Not enough
I keep asking you
what it means
Not enough
You hiss
Indignant,
as if it should be plenty.
1/6/23
written at
Montgomery County Community College
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Awesome poem and it’s fun to see where you wrote it from!
Thank you. I thought I’d add the little photo, I’m going to try to keep doing it. I like to show where I go or have been doing writing things!
I love “nightmares opened the door.”
Thank you. I think of being asleep as being in a building or place or some kind of world with landmarks and structures that you move around in. Not talking about dreams but the actual place you go when sleeping. Don’t know why, but I have always felt this way.
It makes sense.
You really capture that atmosphere of being in a dream state and the way the narratives of our dreams resist full meaning but we wander along those pathways regardless.
I think of being asleep as being inside a building, or maybe a city at times, with different rooms and doors, and we go there when we sleep, and our dreams are maybe our memories of this place, or maybe some third place altogether. In any case, I think being asleep is actually kind of exciting.
I love that concept!