In the room of books,

I flipped the pages like I was touching a butterfly’s wings.

In the room of tiredness,

I lied lazily on the bored bed 

and the blanket floated to my sleepy body.

In the room of balls,

basketballs flipped furiously into my raging face.

In the room of success,

whenever a medal was presented, a cheer was heard

and losers groaned.

In the room of bells,

My speech came out as chimes.

In the room of wealth,

money was as thin as staples

and my hands turned into diamonds.