Four flights up. My room
Is bathed in light.
A school made shelf where rainbow spines jostle.
Each inscribed 606d
A gift to me.
Fairy tales reliant, on being good and kind.
A wooden maiden laid on its side
Whilst I drive
Inanimate friends fill the rungs
Never questioning our destination.
Pink Panther beams down, as beneath ridged blankets
I dream. An only child then, but