Upright In Bed And Getting Something Right

Your furniture’s breathing
has just pushed you awake
and all at once 
you find yourself sitting up in bed.

You tiny mouse, you;
it’s as if your pink nose
is sticking out from under a chair
while you try to decide if it’s safe
out here in the big, bad world.

Cowering at the sound
you realize that like so much else
it must always be going on

but is rarely noticed
until all other distractions
are put aside.  Then, it hits you:

what if
it’s all alive, even
the brick wall in the kitchen?  
What if
the moonlight has a feeling about you?
What if
the floors are fed up
with being untidy?  
Should you be worried
about the complaints
of the dust bunnies?  
Where exactly does one hide
if the world is all lung and 
sentience?

Go back to sleep, 
little mouse, at least for now;
you’re finally asking
the right questions,
and that is most of
the battle.