A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

The sun is low and has turned the white wall opposite an orange gold. What puzzles me is the shadow. There is nothing in the sun's way to cast a shadow, nor can I make out what that nothing is.

Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming the shadow? The sunlight, too?