Dreaming of Doors

You close your eyes, still talking,
Except that you’re not talking,
And you open on a room

Now empty of anyone.
You drift back into chit-chat,
And the room fills up again.

Open. And there’s no one there.
Domains of conversation
Intermingle and wobble.

You’re typing, doing something
With your hands, then you startle
To see your fingers are still.

You’re no individual
Dream of drifting off to sleep.
You're half dreams dreaming of doors.