Writing Challenge: Write SOMETHING every day... Anything [Day 5]

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There's a town I only visit in my dreams
a little labyrinth of life and light
that remains unknown to the conscious world.

To get there I must travel alone and bring only the necessary
a bag, a letter, a hope
maybe some fears.

Life there is created at night
it's like this place has never been seen in the sunlight
like night itself it's a source of energy
that allows all things to have a place and a time of their own

The conductor of the bus is not a chatty fellow
but he knows exactly where you need to go
you hop in and trust
that is the rule

no one sleeps on the way
the ghost bus wonders around corners that seem all too familiar
like the negatives of what could be a coloured original
of what could have been home

right there under a worn out door frame
blue and sad as a stormy sea
there's always someone waiting for me
the same unknown face that I never remember
they smile and invite me in
and I fade into the room
swallowed by the pale light coming out of the door frame

Inside
I smell coffee.