All I remember
was the thin line
draping on my eyes
like curtain hovering around the horizon

and the dancing stars
of funny colours
all restless and reluctant
and the films keep

on rolling endlessly
and fading gracefully
in the fatal blackness
and softness

and coldness
of the pillow
crushing between my knee
and my chest.

But you promised to come back, long time ago.
You remember?