The Window ...

Just a few meters away . There's a house . A window in the second floor . Right in front of my room's big window . Opened a bit . I can smell death . There he lies . A man of forty , been in a coma since new year's eve . Conscious ?! Docs say no . How do they know ? Feeling high 'n floaty up there ... Ain't it consciousness ? I may like this state someday . Surely not now .

What does he feel ? What do I feel ? Am I grateful ? Are you ?