i was staring at my silhouette

I was underneath the polka dot covers, with girls all around me. The lights are dim and I turn to face the wall. I drift into a relaxed state. Everything is soft, is quiet. I hear him tell our special guest about my father, what happened last year, and about moving to America. I hear him talk about me, and as the gossip ensues I stare at my silhouette layered against the wall. I drift away to whispers and silhouettes. Shadows and secrets. My whole life is layer upon layer of silhouettes.