I stood in the room of magic mirrors and stared at my reflection before the mirrors cracked.

In the room of letters, every word I spoke appeared in front of me.

I stood in the room of colourful chairs and made a tower out of them.

In the room of books, the pages flapped like a seagull’s wings.

I stood in the room of perfect poems and all of my words turned into poems.

In the room of clouds, the clouds turned into candy floss and I ate them.