Uncommon places.

It was a dull morning there was sadness all over it, 
sitting on the coach in front of a TV that I never 
have turn on since I got there, the place was static, 
a window halfway open let the sun turn the off TV in 
a mirror, and I was there, in that reflection, the 
sun also hits the coffee table where rest a plate with 
leftovers, there were ants everywhere so I took the 
plate and put it on the coach right next to me and wait, 
the ants have been deceived, it pass a long time before 
they found it, so I remember why I chose to be alone, in 
an uncommon place, and that it was just a matter of time 
for the ants to find me.