I sat upright in my bed, wondering where I was.
The curtains changed while I slept, wandering
in and out of my neighbors' yards, making a mess
of their flower beds and nicely trimmed hedges.
I thought about the time I was struck with a fear
of the unknown: my fan had slowed, but not stopped.
I sweated out my dinner milk, and screamed until someone
came to wake me, but I was already awake. My brother
and mother saw the fan blades stop, and I silenced myself.
