a cinemetic vision ensued.

A lamp on a dresser. Old film grain.
Kind of a blue tint.
Lamp in the middle of the frame.
Something moves from behind.
First the tips of nails, then fingers.
An old woman's hand emerges.
I open my eyes.

Different night, same insomnia.
Like watching TV in widescreen.
The end of a curtain appears.
The camera pans up and suddenly
they're not curtains,
but the end of a gown.
I see the hands, at the sides.
Camera pans up one more time.

Finally an old dressing room.
Black and white.
In a warehouse?
Mirrors everywhere.
Looks like no one works here.
Notice the white woman watching
from the middle display.
Eyes are deep, black sockets
that darken and go like tunnels.