A chair that sits in an empty, dark room.
A light bulb that dimly lights it, as it hangs from a single wire.
Windows show a black night.
A mirror image of an empty soul.
I react with a quickness.
This can’t be so.
A shadow passes by, but not my own.
I am alone, but I’m not.
A sillouete that shuts me up.
It’s moving closer.
I can’t breathe.
The light flickers.
Is this a dream?