fractions.

its very dark in here
i stare at my hands but i cant see them
i roll on to the next pillow
its surface is crisp cold
my body temperature rushes to warm it up

i lay back and i stare again at my hands
this time closer
but i cant see anything yet.
its as dark as my hair

i sit on the coffee table,
i look at the chair, the sofa
my feet touching the marble,
i move it to the carpet
feels funny, how soft the marble is, lush the carpet is

i hold my cup
its almost done
i sip and its not hot anymore
so i drink up.

im standing waiting inline
its crowded , people are talking and shoving against eachother
its really hot.
but i feel calm and quiet
i dont feel like moving at all
i just stand
i never move.

i still want to see my hands, i can see them typing right now
my hands are typing. beautifully
i had a dream i was typing on a pizza instead of a keyboard
smeared cheese and tomato sauce on my fingers.

if i cant see something
doesnt mean its not there.
i see it right infront of me, my coffee mug
doesnt mean its really there.