Hallucination

Am I in a dreamscape?
This place is so dark.
I’ve only been awake a few hours,
But barely conscious is my mind.
The patterns on the wall keep moving.
Moving…
Moving…
Moving…

I am being haunted,
But I like this nightmare.
It tickles my senses, it makes text glow
In a thousand translucent colors,
All of them mixing and swirling.
Swirling…
Swirling…
Swirling…

Perhaps I’m going mad.
No one else can see it--
The dancing patterns on the wall,
And the colors, oh, all the colors!
I simply must be dreaming.
Dreaming…
Dreaming…
Dreaming…