A Voice I Do Not Recognize

Prancing within my own ideas are those of a voice I neither recognize nor discern as a true possibility A fairy? Muse? Entity? Disillusioned poltergeist? Relieved she is not shouting or hurting me yet, I am only a sliver of a slit frightened. She appears more powerful than I have ever been Or ever will be, and yet, I attempt to appease and approach. I flinch as she tramps down a spot in my gray matter. Hear a loud yawn before she lies down Snoring deeply now like a satisfied cat. I will never be able to close my eyes now.