When nothing's there

He was in his dream house yet again, speaking to himself. He was standing well-dressed and emaciated in his own glory he felt a sudden brashness overwhelm him. He wore a tailored suit, with fine material and branded shoes. He was enthralled by his own stature so much he stood in the front black trifold mirror, speaking to his three personalities.

His inner Munch spoke first." You had your chance."

He ignored him and carried on staring vainly and myself.

His inner Dali spoke next. "You did the right thing if you were to do anything it would haven ungrateful."