Black and White

I lie on the bed as a corpse might, my head tipped to the left with gravity. Senses blocked- no sound, no touch, no emotion. But I can see, eyes glazed in a negative hue. This moment of silence, of solitude, lasts the night. Through our indifferent exchanges and my forced movements, all I see is the pulsating rhythm of the changing room as you move, and I lie still in the darkness.