The Night Visitor
Every now and then, just as I’m half-asleep, I see someone walk across my room. Not spooky—just unexpected, like a neighbor who forgot to knock.
Turns out, it’s a common thing called a hypnopompic hallucination. That’s a fancy way of saying your brain’s still dreaming but your eyes are already clocked in for the day shift.
If it ever starts talking or asking for coffee, I’ll worry.
Until then, I’ll just nod and roll over.
Old age doesn’t mean losing your imagination—it just moves to the night shift.