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