Night and day has stopped coming and going.

This little world is white and too bright and too soft.

I no longer fall into the stupor called sleep.

I remain awake because the little glass sun never sets.

 

I look at the big unblinking eye that is next to the little glass sun.

Who is behind it for this little while?

 

Do I frighten them?

Do they know that I am not cold even though I cannot help but hug myself?

Do they see my friends?

 

I am not allowed to see who looks through the big eye.

I am not allowed to see the waiter.

I am not allowed to see the candy man.

But I can see my friends.

 

My friends come and go like day and night used to do.

They come to me after I’ve had the candy and I feel greedy

Because I want to share.

They play silently in my eyes

And their colours saturate this little white bright world

 

Where the big eye watches,

And the little glass sun never sets.

 

I envy that my friends can freely wander.

So, I stay alone for a time, eagerly waiting their return

In this little world that is too bright and white and too soft.

 

With the big eye watching,

And the little glass sun that never sets.

 

 

By Zoe

 

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