I exist in a dark place and it exists above me.

Radiant.

Defined.

Blinding.

Like an alien spaceship just out of reach.

Watching.

Alluring.

Mysterious.

A better place than where I was before.

Protective.

Promising.

Trustworthy.

The dark a horror I will barely escape from.

Evil.

Dangerous.

Confusing.

Perhaps the light would treat me better.

Welcoming.

Comforting.

Beautiful.

And then I wake up fully.

Blink.

And realize what I was looking at was just a lamp.