Riddle by Anel Viz
For three months I’ve
slept alone, three months of waking before dawn in the loneliness of my own
warmth. A credible witness firmly testifies to dreams unremembered. No one cross-examines
him; he volunteers no details.
No evidence corroborates his story. Perhaps nothing happened. Perhaps no sequence
of events led inexorably from one to the other, only random, disconnected images,
meaningless to the waking mind. He may be the creation of his own testimony.