the room is a soft pink and your window is growing frost.

tiny birds adorn the thing you lay on to dream. oh dream in that room where your cat is shaped like a moon on that pilllow and you don't know what's going on.

i don't know what's happening. but i understand.

and i'm about to stop thinking when these eyes close.

and i don't know what's going on.

and that's okay. that's just what i need.