I lay in bed,
Watching.
I look at the
Flying bird
Outside my window.
I look at the
Trees,
Dancing and swaying
With the wind.
I look at the
Crack
Splitting my cieling.
I look at the
Sleeping form
Across from me.
I look at the
Rise and the
Fall
Of the blankets.
I look at the
Way the curtains
Float on the window.
I look into the
Mirror
In my closet.
I see the reflection of
The room.
I see the reflection of
My bed,
My blanket...
But
I have disappeared.
My reflection does not exist.
