I woke up To the sound of a braking glass In the room With a false mirror On the wall I don’t know I think I’ve never been to this place before I woke up On the sunny day of an early fall It’s so quiet I see the wind shake the trees outside Oscillation I feel the balance Swinging me inside Who am I What am I doing here? Who am I And what am I doing here? I found myself laughing at the central square