Dream Within A Dream

I awoke with a start
from a dream of myself
dancing within a crowded ballroom.
The walls around me
were covered with elegant mirrors.
In these mirrors I watched myself
seemingly dancing alone.
I glanced around my bedroom
instantly spotting my solitary mirror
which hung upon my bedroom door.
I removed myself from the clutches
of my soft and secure comforter
and walked curiously up to the mirror.
As if acting of its own accord
my hand carefully grazed the surface.
The feeling was like liquid mercury
beneath my fingertips.
Why I did what I did next
I cannot explain.
I backed up from my door,
clenched my eyes tightly shut,
and then ran and dove into my mirror.
I waited for the sound of shattered glass
or the crunch of broken bones.
Instead, I was greeted
by some strange orchestral music.
I opened my eyes and found myself
standing within my enchanted ballroom.
This time, however, it was missing
all but one of it’s beautiful dancers.
Standing alone in the center
of the enormous dance floor
was an enticingly mysterious figure.
Against my better judgment
I walked right up to this figure
leaving a trail of
echoing footsteps in my wake.
It turned out to be a young man
not much older than myself.
I gazed deeply into his
mesmerizingly beautiful topaz eyes.
My heart skipped a beat
as I became aware of his thumb
gently grazing my bottom lip.
He smiled warmly as he leaned in closer
and I was minutely disturbed by
the sharpness of his elongated canines,
but I dared not move an inch.
When his lips gently touched mine
the world around us began to spin.
I closed my eyes so as to
make this moment more magical,
but once closed I no longer felt
the presence of his lips.
I opened my eyes only to find myself
back in my bed
tangled in my massive comforter.
I hurriedly got out of bed
and rushed to my mirror.
I placed both hands upon it…
It was as solid and as cold as ice.
I rested my head against the mirror
desperately clutching at the memory
of my dream within a dream.