been sleeping

i step out of the room that is not mine. measured steps. wooden floor. light. i have been sleeping. my pajamas are white. i am fine, i am fine. i look around the house. i feel i might go unsteady. i keep walking to the door, towards the warmth. i reach out to a hand that is light but sure. outside is sun, air, shore. she pulls up a chair so i can stay and watch the surf, the sky, the light.