Awaking from my slumber,
Or am I falling asleep
From where I'd been awake?

I shake off the covers,
Pulling them quickly
Like a Band-Aid,
Exposing my vulnerable body,
Heated from my next,
To the cold world
Wither her unknown day-
A mystery to yet unfold.

I rise like a sun
Shedding light through
My fingertips
As I stroke the wall.

I check my reflection
In the silver glass.
This doppelganger can't possibly be me...
I stare her down to be certain.

To the right, I slide open the closet,
Unearthing layers...
It's peculiar that we dress in things
Other than our own skin.
That we don't know what our eyes look like.
We forget;
Adding one more stranger
To the list of unrecognizable faces.