Someone left the last cord unconnected
the static of the television fills my mind
I don't recognize my own reflection from the mirror
I touch my face and take notice
of my body's empty echo
The volume control recovers from a loose connection
my body has teleported to the bathroom
- I find myself watching the scene unfold from the corner of the ceiling
instead of the floor
Tinnitus
I drift back to sleep
which is my life
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