There are days when I stare at the room I'm in. My bedroom, for example, is quite ordinary. Clothes are scattered on the bed and on the dresser next to it. A mirror stands at the entrance, and next to it is a large cabinet bought in a second-hand store. On the window hangs a white curtain that hides the street noises, and on cold winter days, a west wind announces its arrival. My feet stand on the cold floor, there are small cracks in the door frame, and a feeling of levitation begins to emerge in my body. My eyes scan the room and notice the objects are still in place, but something about their shapes is different; I cannot explain why. Noises filter in, and I'm getting distracted. A ray of light enters the room and sweeps my gaze toward it; Shadows shift and climb the wall. The shadow lines lead me with them, and a breeze comes in and tickles my hair. My eyes go back to looking at the objects in the room, and then I hit the realization. Something that was hidden has now been revealed.
I can not help but wonder whether it was really hidden, it was right in front of me all the time, but I didn't notice its existence.