My little place.
My peaceful place.
I softly slip away...
I lock the door...
Fall asleep.
Listen to the birds sing by the window.
Feel the breeze through the cracks.
I lay over the garden tools.
Its my little place.
My sactuary.
My escape.
My freedom.
I love it here.
Its my secret place.
I wonder when they will ever know why the shed key keeps going missing.
