Catch sight of yourself in the mirrored door of the bathroom cabinet. Catch sight – there, the door opened and turned to the hallway, and you coming up the hallway (not far, a single step, a step and a half).
What did you see? A grey teeshirt, a face, and darkness behind. What time is it? Night, the depths of night. Night falling away within night. I can’t sleep. Who is it that cannot sleep?
A teeshirt and a face, unexpectedly. I am in the corridor, it’s me – it took time to see that. Coming up the corridor, one step, another – time and an interstice in time, as I forgot who it was, and who was seeing.
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