The Haunting Sky

In those wilted hours where the mind is a swimmer in a lightless pool, I thought I heard a sigh not of my own. Heavy eyelids opened as I surfaced, dark eyes searching an unfamiliar room. Then that voice behind that sigh took upon itself a form. I gazed aghast as my own body was revealed, forced to watch as it stumbled blindly from wall to wall, then I also sighed suddenly perceiving that this doorless place was where all haunted nights must come to, to once again recall one bright fleeting day of joy and how it died.