The first visitor

Good Morning,

Congratulations, you are the first visitor.
My doorstep is filled with sunlight, and I am bathing in bliss.
But I just had a false awakening. How ironic.
These lines are getting disturbing.
The light is sharp, the air is clean, the sound is that of crystal.
The doorbell rang. I hope this time for is to be real.
Surprise. Here is the first visitor.
Before he utters the slightest sound, I find myself in bed.
The sheets look miserably white.
One day I hope to get visited by an animal.
I run down the stairs filled with hope, from head to toe.
Oh here you are. The first visitor. Noise.
I was wrong. Another sound from the basement.
There is no basement.
Analyzing is sad. I am stuck in a loop.
I just had three false awakenings,
and I am not a loner by choice.