Dreams have no beginning or end, Mobius continuums of the mind!

Repeating an idea, haunting the host,

Visions of a house, reflections of the mind,

Tudor in architecture, Georgian windows, a mansion.

Plush ground floor, awe-inspiring heavy wooden doors.

Clock chiming before the stairs, diverging at the apex, Wooden floors, wooden doors, wooden chairs in the dining suite.

Velvet lounge, banqueting suite, kitchens and staff area.

Bedroom after bedroom adorned with mirrors and Victorian furnishings.

My room, interconnected to two others, completely crimson.

Queen bed, chaise-longue, red like my cottage outside. Two rear cases lead to the top floor, bedrooms with dormer windows.

Less exquisite, more scruffy, less tidy, something lies beyond;

A rear case to a hidden attic shrouded in heavy darkness, forbidding!

One room after another, boxes of old belongings,

trashed, stashed, ghostly, Terrifying!

Desperate to leave, hypnotically drawn in to face spirits of the past.