In the curious emporium 

In the room of horror,

 I tried to hold my mouth.

In the room of candy,

 I stuffed my mouth with marshmallows 

In the room of mannequins,

I screamed every time I turned my head.

In the room of dance,

 I wore point shoes like a beautiful ballerina.

In the room of  Ice, 

I skated around without thinking about  how cold I was.

In the room of memories, 

My head turned and turned looking back to my family.

In the room of  slumber, 

I instantly fell on the ground

In the room of questions,

 I asked myself if it was a good idea to come here.

In the room of forgetting,

 I  wondered where I was.

In the room of disabilities, 

I struggled to find my way back to the door.