A dream, perchance to sleep.

Once, six people lived in the house.

Visitors came and went; when they came six became eight, became ten.

Visitors left, people moved away until there were just two.

Peas in a pod.

One of those walks around the house, entering rooms not usually entered.

Recently a friend stayed here, making, for a few days, three.

A magician.

Then he too disappeared. 

Leaving two.

One is out, doing something. 

The other walks into the bedroom that the friend used. 

The bed is made, it looks like a nice place to sleep.

The one lies down, dozes.

Then walks to another room, through a door that hasn’t been used since last year.

Another bed.

Another doze.

Downstairs there is a room, a staircase, another bed.

Another doze.

The house is a good place to sleep.

And sleep is a good place to dream.