Nothing like a creepy dream to get you up in the morning.
.
He waves his hand over me,
The magician I’ve come to call master,
And my body is split –
A ghostly second half left behind on the bed,
While I roam free.
This Other, he says, will be awake at times
When I am not, will go
Places I cannot tread.
But beware, he says, if ever we are both
Awake — One touch from it,
And my life will end.
I walk the corridors in dread,
Always checking my bed to be sure
The Other is still there.
Subtextually Free 