One, two,
I am going to move today.
3, 4,
Maybe if I just roll over.
Watching my arm dangle
Off the edge of the bed,
Thinking of letting myself fall.
I wish Narnia
Was in my wardrobe.
I used to hide in the closet when I was little.
I felt safe in the dark hidden behind
The garments.
(If I was out of sight I could be forgotten)
Then,
At night I would get comfy in my blankets and plan my
Dreams before I closed my eyes.
I planned every detail;
which characters would join me, where we would go,
Who would be friend or foe.
It was fantastical.
I was usually a character in a book I read
And
I always created amazing adventures.
Comforting fantasies of exploring, friendship and love.
I hated waking up.