The bedspread fell out of bed inadvertently, in a whirl of unexpected moves and turns. The shaking bed hit the wall twice, also inadvertently. When the holy war between knights was over, the lands of sheets were calmed, and the air of battle was filled with giggles and kind words. I imagined myself in the middle, not as an doer though, more like an observing ghost. I felt close. In a matter of minutes the field was empty, I felt empty. Then, a fly landed on the lense of my telescope blocking my sight, and I knew it was my last time.