Life?

Sitting in my room
Looking at the door
Something feels different
Even though I've been here before
The floor is the same
The window is the same
Walls are okay
And ceiling seems normal too
But the door...
It's been shaking quite unnaturally - for the past several minutes.
There's a bit of light squeezing through the crack at the bottom of the door frame too. This would usually be expected - if my lights were off - but this luminescence outshines the singular bulb somewhere above my head.
And it's green.
A green, slimy light making its way further into the sanctity of my bedroom, accompanied by the constant rattling of that stupid shaking door.
I take a second look.
The light is slimy.
A beam of light, a ray of luminescence - is as slimy as the slop in a pig's pen on a rainy day. I can touch it, i can feel it, but I can't pick it up for the life of me. Then again, I've never been able to pick up light before. I've also never FELT light before, but that happened just now.
I'm so absorbed by this non-absorbent substance that the room simply fades away. The dull, assorted colors of my room melt, meld, and darken to a nullifying gray.
The only light is the, 'slime' oozing in front of me.
It's completely through the door now, because the door has disappeared It's just me and this slim, alone and not knowing what to do. What happens next? Who knows. We'll just have to wait and see.
Me and my pretty slime - waiting for something interesting to happen.