The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

so, im standing upright and weak but im standing.
i brush off the dirt and weight and whatever has collected on my shoulders and look around. the ground was pretty dirty and i didnt understand how i could have been there so long, i shake my head and look around the room to see if everything was in place. the books are intact, the t.v. is fine and the pictures on the wall are still glued in their positions and the fan is still spinning; everything exactly how i left it. but i feel different, theres something missing...its like ive forgotten something but i dont know what, i hate that feeling, i look around once again.

frantic, frantic, what is it? i turn around and look at my full-length mirror.
there it is.