Of White T-Shirts and Mismatched Socks

The light was dim

The room was messy

Light breathing sounded from within

 

A pair of jeans here

And some underwear there

Books were scattered everywhere

 

With the volume turned down

You could hear music playing

Yet nothing stirred the figure sleeping sound

 

In pyjamas

Bed sheets on the ground

Only in the world of dreams could he be found

 

He slept on

In a manner calm

As towards forgotten horizons he was drawn

 

A white t-shirt lay

Over a chair’s head rest

While mismatched socks hung over a toy robot’s chest

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