In the room of paper,

Blood oozed out of my finger as I got a paper cut.

In the room of custard,

I thought it was mustard.

In the room of snow,

A snowflake hung beneath my chin.

In the room of bees,

I got stung into action.

In the room of sunsets,

I slept under a dark cozy blanket.

In the room of infinity,

I wondered what would happen next.

In the room of buttons,

I dreamt of what treasures lie there.

In the room of bananas,

Monkeys roamed around searching for the best banana