Rummaged

A broad daylight spilled over my sleepwalking mind. I popped out of a dream knowing something. An alien from an alternative Ohio had cat-burgled my consciousness. I had been probed, not in a physical way, just ransacked and rummaged as if a strange mind considered me to be a yard sale or curiosity shop. I felt turned over, my stored stuff assessed then replaced higgledy-piggledy. The dust in my attic is still flying. My junk is all tipped over. I am not sure what the alien was looking for, not sure what it made off with. Something as yet unused has been pilfered, and I will miss it when it’s time to find it.