I edged my way forcefully into the cold, jaded room;
Stumbling over my own footsteps,
Reluctantly remembering the face of a solitary, inadequate man.
He sat pitiful on the edge of the bed with a sorrowful gaze that seemed to fade as he turned to me.
My memories from that day still morph together relentlessly.

I took an uneasy step in distress,
My eyes fixate onto the unsettling bed that I had once slept in just under seven months ago that night,
Nothing had changed.
The bed was meant to be a warm place to dream and a peaceful place to lay and sleep but instead this bed was mournful and still,
Cold and discreet.
I remember laying motionless with eyes as wide as an owl and as red as a stoplight,
Head submerged in the flattened pillow trying to process all of the surreal thoughts I had during the day.

I slung the duvet over me and led motionless;
Letting the thoughts dwell in my head and...