I stood in the room of soft sand

that was slithering and dancing at the bottom of my bare feet.


I sat in a room of scares

that was full of ghosts and ghouls with faces as cold as a Winters night.


I sat in the room of spooky spiders

that was full of silky stringy cobwebs slinking slyly round my leg.


I swam in the room bright blue water

that sang a melody as gracious as a grand piano.


In the room of mirrors

I saw my reflection morphing into an array of creatures the stranger the further it was.


In the room of cupboards

I rummaged for what felt for hours and found a what felt like random item each and every time.


I entered the room of trees

and I saw the leave flow down as if they were as light as a dove’s feather.

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