I want to lay on the floor in a forest of carpet,
Heat smoothing over my body from the fireplace.
Starting up my toes and soon making me squint my eyes.
Soft hum of piano keys being plunked and homemade bread’s aroma sinking to my level.
I do not want these concrete floors
Cold reaching me from all corners of this one bedroom apartment.
Emptiness moving from the center to the walls. The white, white walls
The clock’s click and a mouthful of saltines.
I want to sink my teeth into a peach.
The color of orange and yellow mimics the summer breeze.
Poolside pals ever knocking on the gate’s door in hopes I will let them in.
The sun beats on my suntan skin scattering endless freckles.
I don’t want the smell of burnt plastic in the kitchen,
Dark rooms with no light.
Fear of all uncertainty lingers in every move I make.
If I am to fail, where will I go?
