Having Breakfast I

I wake and find my door is open. I thought I’d shut it last night. I always shut it. I rise from bed and go out and down the hall to the living room because I can hear voices talking. I have no roommates. They are women’s voices. There is a bunch of heads floating near the ceiling with strings tangling below them. They are talking and laughing like guests at a party. I saw these before; they don’t exist. I’d imagined them yesterday. I’m dreaming.  I wake from my dream and find my door is open. I thought I locked it before going to sleep. I always lock it before going to sleep. I’m still dreaming. All that we seem is a-. I wake and my door is shut and the lock is bolted. My alarm clock is ringing and playing a country station on the radio. I hate country. I don’t have the radio alarm turned on.