You follow the footsteps. Echoes leading down the hall. To a room, there's music playing. Tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly.
I was cold in a dream. Somewhere close to the surface. Between the ice and the stream. There is three inches of air. . So I swam towards the light. I let my breath get there first.
The kitchen is cold. But the coffee is warm. And the suns coming up. The day has just begun. And your already bored. . Bored of cheering me up. Bored of calming me down.