Morning Sun by Edward Hopper

I am envious,
Of the woman in the Morning Sun,
She is able,
To sit on a bed without a phone.

Some people say, 
That she was the painters wife,
Sitting in bed,
Contemplating her lonely life in an industrial suburb.

At a time,
We can log off from in real life,
And log into,
A world where we peep into other's lies.

I am envious,
That the woman thinks of her life,
And not that,
Of other's empty facades aimed at us to buy the same facades.