Curtains drawn as sun’s heaving as the sultry moon loom.

Heaving in snooze after mushroom weird he’d consume.

Something pecking at window brought him to surreal.

Drawn into vortex his ears flickered to sound’s squeal.

Dreary eyes with begrudging feet peeped through the veil.

Not a thing, but tap near from mirror it did hail.

A fog besmirched and nothing more but wait a rap.

Drawn to it with dread, a blurred him with grin. A trap.

Fingers twinged as he poked. Now stuck there as it were.

Drifting off. He woke. Fingers tightened as he was blur.