“There’s a man outside the window.”, my mind said.
“There’s no one outside this window.”, my mind said.
See a face, two eyes, a mouth staring back at me
as I sat crunched up at the corner of my sofa in fear, weeping.
What happens if I sleep? If I move? Was this person really there?
The clock hand moved.
12 am to 6 am.
Tick tock tick tock
“There’s no one outside my window now.”
