Tree-filtered sunlight casts shadows across my floor. From the corner of my eye all things come to life - a coat raises its arm and waves to the window, rabbits that don’t exist hop across the pools of light, ballroom dancers whirl polkas in tiny circles upon the rug from IKEA. The entire carpet glimmers like an ocean floor, and I imagine fish and crustaceans scuttling over its unsandy surface. But this is only the perception of life. There is nothing here that truly exists beyond the light, between the shadows of simpler lifeforms reflected. Yet still I watch the movement, from the corner of my eye. I watch the light and the shadows and in their ballet I choose to be by the sea.