Friendly Intruder
I had a sweet dream about you, last night, old man I crept into and onto your porch, I crept into your house cuz I needed to sleep, and it was cold outside, and I laid in the corner and hoped you didn’t hear me come in. Other people showed up, I don’t remember who, could have been family I wasn’t mad at them, but they woke you up and you came out, and found me sleeping on the floor on my coat To just let me rest a little longer, old sir And I’ll hurry on my way as soon as I can, maybe now
I often dream about entering other people’s houses. Sometimes I need a shortcut, and their house is on its path. Sometimes I’m just curious.
What kind of person wouldn’t yell at scream at a stranger who came right into their house to sleep in the entry room? What kind of resigned, gentle soul wouldn’t be afraid of that? In any case, he wasn’t, and I snuggled back down on my coat. If I close my eyes, he can’t see me.