It's been a long night of mental meanderings inside the walled memory of distant pain. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. I wanted to dance, but my feet fumbled and I stumbled into the walls...and bruised my delicate ego. So, in the corner I sat, considering the room.

Bare-bulbed light hanging in the middle over an iron bed, coverlet of patchwork. Moon-touched and ruffled.

Time for bed.