A Library.
Twelve chairs, four sets of three.
A black jacket draping over the back of chair one.
Emergency exit fifteen feet from my whereabouts.
A painting.
An old man holding a book in his lap.
A lawyer, maybe?
gold frame accenting his trapped expression
A skylight.
Dead fauna with no escape.
Yet the emergency exit is just beneath them.
Too bad they have no means of transportation-the wind must be greedy.
An electrical outlet.
Six holes leading somewhere mysterious.
Only the computer chargers really know.
How unfair.
So how did I get here again?
a year and I am just seeing this.
My fingers should be devoted to an essay.
Yet they long to predict what my mind is currently observing.
