in a room light as a wing and lighter than a sunbeam, i found the place unaccomplished dreams go. it was early. i had just risen. you were beside me, wearing a deep red and the generous morning. your eyes were a brilliant shade of just right and please don’t look away. you smiled. said last night was fun. i tried to remember, but all that came was this moment as a line straight and narrow. it was short but infinite, captured but only by its own form. it balanced on your hair, fell onto your arm, cut a million imaginary veins that grounded you to this small, spreading now. in it, you raised your arms. you shielded yourself against the ceiling. and you said it was time to go. i asked where. else where, kacper. always else where. how big is this place anyways?