In the room of sleep,

the mattress snores and the blankets curl up.

In the room of sadness,

two waterfalls cascade from a face.

In the room of imagination,

A box waits to be opened, where inspirations transform into ideas.

In the room of warmth,

A fire cracks and a warm glow fills the world.

In the room of anger,

My hair burns amber.

In the room of memory,

forgotten moments return to me, like waves crashing against the shore.

In the room of hours,

not even a minute passes by, and a second lasts forever.