Reflection

He sat in the room with the wall open to the world. It would allow the world in as it would allow him out. His aged chest would slowly expand as he took it all in, And he enjoyed the fine day. He sat quietly, and he did take his teacup in hand. But it did not want to go, there was some resistance. He looked down to find that there was a string tied to the cup, It was thin and reflected a vibrant white. As his eyes followed it to the source, he found that it went outside. He picked up the string and proceeded to pursue it. Taking a few steps outside, he found the string venturing into the alley. Turning the corner, he found the string wrapped around a child's wrist, Though the child did not care for it at all; he still bounced and played. The string continued onward past the alley into the street. And he found that it circled a young man at the bus stop. The man would sit there, tapping his foot to the beat in his head. And the string continued onward down the street, far, far down. Eventually, it turned into a large building full of excitement. Though it was quite busy and hectic, the string found itself at peace. He followed the string up the stairs. Floor after floor, he would go. It went onto one of the floors, revealing an active office space. It weaved in an out of the cubicles when it finally found its place. A man was constantly moving, despite being grounded to his chair. Phone calls, typing, writing, reading, he paid no mind to the string. It was wrapped around his wrist, but it never became tangled. The string then went towards the edge of the office, climbing up to a window. He found that it went outside once more, and he quickly pursued it. It led him to a hospital, which also had a fair amount of traffic. Yet the string managed to stay undisturbed as it traveled towards the stairs. More flights of stairs came until it ended in the maternity ward. A few rooms down the hallway, he found it had gone into a room. Here, a most peculiar thing happened. There was a host of people in the room, They were all crowded around a woman and child, and the string had split into two. One part was very thin, and it had found its home wrapped around the infant's wrist. The other was a bit thicker, and it wrapped itself around a man's wrist. The infant's string had ended there, but the man's had gone out of the room. He followed this string out of the hospital, back onto the street, through the alley, Until it had led him to his very same room. He felt a slight tug on his wrist, and looked to find the string wrapped around it. With a sigh, he picked up his teacup and smiled.