When My Eyes are Closed

For the past three years, every time I close my eyes I see four black squares with a sliver of light between them. The shape reminds me of a cootie-catcher, remember? It's the paper thing we grabbed each other's fingers with on the playground. I wrote messages under the flaps like "you're cute," or "hahaha!"

Recently, when I was getting a massage, I imagined with all my might that the squares were parting, the light was getting brighter but it didn't work. It was the mental equivalent of physically trying to move a car. I'll let you know when I figure this one out.