Pm₁₅

You open eyes,
slowly,

You look around,
sharply,

But you cannot
find it

Imagine it,
clearly

How does it look,
to you?

Does it feel warm,
cozy?

Or is it cold,
scary?

Or gray, empty,
unchanged?

Take a few steps,
towards

Or maybe you,
shouldn't

You don't want to
spoil it