A chair that sits in an empty, dark room.

A light bulb that dimly lights it, as it hangs from a single wire.

Windows show a black night.

A mirror image of an empty soul.

I react with a quickness.

This can’t be so.

A shadow passes by, but not my own.

I am alone, but I’m not.

A sillouete that shuts me up.

It’s moving closer.

I can’t breathe.

The light flickers.

Is this a dream?