as I lay

coldness comes from the floor... I can hear a knocking sound.. it repeats itself again and again and.. fly tries to get out.. hopes she'll be able to drag trough the window.. bangs her head against the glass knock-knock again and again and.... she can see the grass on the other side of glass.. knock-knock-knock... someone is calling me out or more likely.. tries to get in..... what will crack first.. glass of the window or the head of a lonely fly with nothing much in it than a reflex of a need for a greener grass