Am I in the womb or a coffin?
Am I about to be born or buried?
Am I hemmed in by these walls or protected by them?
Is this my prison or my place of safety?
Is this a window to my soul?
Or am I simply on display?
Am I vulnerable in my nakedness?
Or am I confident in my beauty?
Am I sleeping peacefully or just biding my time?
It is all a matter of perspective.