Correspondence Principle

When I woke up from my desk
saliva across the scar on my right cheek
sweat throughout both outer forearms
the fan rotates lazily
around the cumbersome ceiling
while a ball bounces
over children's voices outside

A bowtie chokes my neck
under the collar of a white shirt
tiny brown shorts barely conceal
still wet scratches on my left knee
on what spindly legs
covered by long white socks
above an oversized black shoes
dangling above the floor

I realized I was alone inside the room
with a gentleman sitting
on the desk on my left
a long blue tie around his neck
he wears white long sleeves
and black pants over
sparkling brown leather shoes

A cursor blinks
on a glowing screen
as he intermittently pauses
to stare at the ceiling
and look towards me
as if I was not there
a scar also
across his right cheek