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.