Strange arrangements

I awake at the same time each night
In a dark room with ruby red carpet
I look across the floor and there they are again
They are pale, almost as if in white gloves
The hands.
They hover just over the floor
I don't cry, I just watch
As they make strange arrangements in the dark
Am I dreaming?
No.
Every night like clockwork motioning to me
In a dark room with ruby red carpet