Found In Nowhere

In the middle of the night, you woke up to sounds from your breathe. Only, the noises were light, and couldn't be heard.
At least, not with your mortal ears and you couldn't make it disappear or appear but it was there.

You were neither sleeping nor dreaming. But some daring mental images and emotions took you over. And from your tiny ceiling, fear hovered. You were awake, aware, felt things you didn't make yet your thoughts gave it space.

Floating in the reverie; your heart was pounding, like a trumpet blaring, from some far distance and so near but no chance of knowing if you were there or anywhere.

You couldn't make if the lots you saw were the spiritual or you were in a ritual. You were lost, perhaps found. But you were not around. You were wandering and found in nowhere.