This room—made from calming—was
stuffed full of flowers large as the son.
Some of the flowers formed a chair.
There was a gentle music
playing—tones that raised tiny bumps
under the son’s hair.
The man motioned for the son to sit down on the flower and when he did the man sat the tray down on the son’s lap. The tray was hot and heavy. The son could hardly move. He looked up to the man and as their eyes met the man bowed low down to the floor and as the man’s head touched the floor the flowers rumpled and the room went superdark.