The Window

You left the window open
Just enough for a peak
To smell the aromas inside
And hear the boards as they creek
There’s more than this room
But all in view is pristine
Not a scratch on the table
Or a dish left uncleaned
As the show carries on
And the window grows wider
I can see dust on the stairs
And burns from a lighter
The pointed walls start to bend
Water drips from the ceiling
The red carpet slinks away
All the chairs begin kneeling
As the illusion fades from vision
And the alarm gives one last ring
You closed the window
I cannot see a thing

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