I saw the light coming from the window, shining on the bedside. The street lights outside were still on. It was already dark. Sometimes there was the sound of cars driving by on the highway. Shadows turned from the windows of my house. The wallpaper was the color of a big tree, the floor was the color of a big tree, and the bedside table was the color of a big tree. My mother and I. My mother sleeps with her arms around me, and I sleep with my arms around my mother's neck. My mother's body is always warm.
Purpose: Live slowly
