The windows are bound with fiction and discomfort
They await the inevitable unveiling that causes so much pain
My room lures and locks me captive but it is also the only place I feel safe
My trail of thought now arrogant and condescending
Dappled light gets itself lost in the darkness and reality slips in
Time is nothing
For sleep is everything
It keeps me from my awareness and allows me to feel a sense of ordinary
For that simple dappled light sparks terror in me that is impossible to restrict