AND I WILL SLEEP OUTSIDE among the CALLA LILIES

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Nobody.

I walk outside and knock on the door.

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Nobody answers. I don’t think anyone’s home.

I will knock one more time.

I am too tired to walk inside.

I hate mysteries.

I never noticed these flowers before.

They’re pretty.

My keys, My keys.

I’m sleepy.