Stood there, leaning against the dressing table one hand firmly placed on the surface for support, sipping water.
Stared at the empty room. Grasping the magic. Convincing myself it wasn't a dream.
You walk in on me while I am still in a trance. I hear You question me but I could never explain. I try even later. The words don't string together. Do I have to say it? Can't you just understand?