There’s something outside my door

There’s something outside my door
Some whispering snow outside my window
And its cold
The furnace working like some tired slave
While ghosts stand patiently in the hallway
With nothing in particular to wait for

As I sit in front of my computer
Restlessly trapped in my boredom
Eyes falling out of my head
And sleep
Shaken into a thousand harvestmen
Climbing over me

And when I finally succumb
Under the weight of dream’s insistence
The door and window open
The furnace goes silent
And the ghosts come in
To carry me away

e.12.14.2016