The Rooms of My Mind

Some of my dreams are strange, but in an odd way...comforting.



                                                    The rooms beyond
                                                      the attic did not
                                                        exist in my waking
                                                     hours, but at
                                                       night, the attic
                                                         opened up to
                                                     these apartment
                                                       sized rooms.
                                                         I loved the
                                                      vacancy of them.
                                                         Only I could
                                                           go in there,
                                                      yet, when daylight
                                                         came, I was back
                                                            alone in  my room.