The dusk light was just enough to read by,
Pouring in through the slats in my blind,
Quiet and comfortable;
My own little haven.
A glance at the clock reminds me the time,
I must pause this endeavour,
I've come to the end of my small adventure.
I sip my tea, Mark the pages, set it aside.
But wait, a photo, misplaced on my wall,
catches my eye, vaguely askcue
It couldn't have been me, Its only me home.
Investigation leads me only further,
To this strange and slight disturbance,
Pulling back, curiosity grows deeper
Revealing a small and shallow hole.
I place my eye to this anomalie,
Expecting nothing but darkness and dust
I peek inside for a clue,
Once I let my vision attune.
An endless void lay behind,
Stretching out for seemingly miles,
That is until it dawns upon me
That this is indeed my next rooms closet,
I focus harder,
Noticing something, a black mass I cannot quite make out,
And to my horror, I recognise it
As another persons eye.
Reeling back, I gasp for breath,
My heart pounding in my chest,
The image scorched forever, onto my now burning retinas.
Frozen in my quaking position, I cannot grasp the realisation;
I had never been alone.