A Pandemic Dream

Last night in my dream the red-eye monster was canvassing the neighborhood, followed me through the eerily quiet streets to my home, and set foot on the patio below my window through which I could see its thorn crown. I woke up trembling and then, an hour later, it revisited this time inside the kitchen, feasting on homemade cookies until it was my shriek of fear that grabbed its attention and it stepped up to my room, locked from inside, and then it was an ear away whispering, thou shall not worry, I'm done for the night, though I'm not a guy working nine to five at a bank. But I shall be back. I woke up in my dream to the aroma of coffee and rays of sunshine, looked down and saw it sipping on the patio, fresh for its morning assignment, looked up and gave me a friendly hello. Did you get a good sleep? Swell. And that's when my incessant cough began.