I study the wood grains with a bored but abnormal intensity
One drawer sits slightly more open a scrap of an unknown item of clothing juts out
I readjust my view slightly
The furniture's outline sharpens and blurs
accompanied by a searing warning pain.
I stay still.
I'm waiting to know if my head will hurt more, and the short wave of nausea that just hit will be prolonged.
I just want to sleep.
Now I'm awake.
My arm twisted slightly up and behind my head,
thrown out sideways into the cool air.
I don't even want to think
I seem perfectly happy condemning myself to this silent still world.
Because I know what the alternative could be.