I wish my room would hold me more.
I wish it had big white curtains which wrapped around me and patted me on the head.
I want my room to be dimly lit always, but not so much so that my eyes hurt.
I want to be able to read in it and to see myself in the mirror as I dance.
I need my room to smell like honey and to sound like stillness.
I need it to be all these things so I do not ever have to leave it!
It will never smell like I have been in there for too long.
And I will never run out of things to do in there.
I will be happy in my own company;
Sniffing honey, dancing, reading, and hearing stillness
Till my nose, legs, eyes, and ears fall out and off onto the dimly lit floor of my perfect room.