In the room of books,

ancient,ripped and stained books fly across the room.

In the room of butterflies,

Red Admirals landed on me as carefully as a falling feather.

In the room of storms,

silent thunder makes the ground laugh so hard it shakes.

In the room of nature,

the stream flows like hot caramel.

In the room of sweets,

the mints sweep away the melted chocolate, sweetening the fizzy gummies sourness along the way.

Finally,I wandered into the room of boats,

until my legs were made of liquid.