You won’t see it coming

Finally, we are on the road, a long journey to our new home, I'm tired, I watch the grass flow in the wind, it’s soothing, calming. I wake to darkness all around I’m stressing I hesitate then the door opens suddenly, slowly, my new home, new room I notice an object a white lounge the only piece of furniture in the house left it’s calling me, calling my name taking me closer my head starts to spin like in a dream trapped in a different time scale everything is slow and dark I’m! Gone!!