false awakening

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I wake in the night and hear the mice squeaking. I make a hissing sound and see two of them escape under the bedroom door. In the dark I see a small figure huddled beside some wooden children’s blocks. It isn’t scared of me when I make more hissing sounds at it - staring at me, his body tensed up and low to the ground like a playful dog – and when I get out of bed and stamp on the floor, it runs closer to me and stops. It finally runs under the door after I push it back with the side of my foot, making sure not to hurt him, but I see more tiny little faces waiting for their chance to run back inside.
I pick up books, one by one, from the pile next to my bed and start blocking the space under the door. At the same time, however, the mice are undoing my work, pushing the books askew when I'm not looking after I’ve moved further along, continually returning to find gaps in my makeshift wall. One of the mice even drags away one of my favourite books, because I remember saying, “Nooo, not my Borges” and watch it take it down the stairs.