They see….
They know….
In a strangers bed, I lay
Bereft of comfort,
But to lost and tired to make it home…
Lo, for I will explain come morning light.

Above me,
I see
Strange faces.
They are in a portrait.
They are angry
And haunting.

They see….
They know I’m here….
These portraits…
So well painted…
And frightening….

Behold,
I fall into
An uncomfortable slumber.
I awake to find no portraits.

Only windows….