I'm darting towards a chair,

Out of the many wooden chairs,

That are surrounding my head, body, and the chair that I target,

I stand on the chair out of the many other chairs,

I'm seeing other shadows standing on chairs,

They seem to be searching for a better chair than mine,

But that's okay cause I like my wooden chair,

It's enough to keep my eyes above the seas of leaves,

I look out among the waves of shadow people,

As they climb onto very particular chairs,

Perhaps in the ocean of all that can be seen,

The wobble of my chair distracts me from the beings,

I sit into the chair because I fear I might fall,

The chair becomes my humble abode as I stare into the leaves,

As they welcome me into sleep.