I hear the silent sun beaming down, peeking through the window
I hear the music of a girl I've never met and
I hear my insistent cough rise from the depths of
my chest
and I hear it storm cataclysmically up my throat
spewing disgusting coughing germs on my forearm
my fist
I still hear the girl I've never met playing the music I have never heard before and I like it
and she continues playing
I see the sun outside taunting me with its dominion
And I remain seated on a chair thousands have sat on before
As I cough
And cough once more
I just want to go home.