Slip Sliding Away

I had been laying on the couch continuously for the better part of a week. My only gauge of time was the light shining, or not shining, on the building across the street. My curtains were half open. I could see into two windows in that building across the street. I could see people in their apartments. They were doing dishes, aimlessly wandering around in thought, talking on the phone, eating at the table. They were going about their lives, which was life enough for me.