I stayed in the tent for a whole day.

I only left for going to the bathroom and the kitchen.

Closed blinds.

Closed doors.

Closed tent.

Inside the tent you don’t know what color has the sky.

You cannot see if it is early in the morning, or striking the midday sun.

You can only rely on the sounds filtered through the thin layer dividing you

from the outside. A think layer that filters, but that welcomes all unavoidable sound.

There is a certain kind of stillness. A certain kind of solitude within the body

that lays inside, back agains the mattress, and the top of the tent.