I sit here occupied on the soft floor,
Eerie darkness knocks silently on my door,
The gentle breeze and rain outside,
Locked out by the windows which my curtains hide.
My radiator keeps me warm and cosy,
My radio sings in the distance softly,
I'm in my room thinking things through,
Sorting out papers something which is long overdue.
Humming in my head to my favourite song,
Grooming my hair, it's grown so long.
I'm all alone no one is here,
I feel at ease; I feel no fear.
My photos hang on my plastered wall,
Wallpaper pasted on so it doesn't fall,
The pink whirly patterns and purple spots,
Almost entirely match my slipper socks.
There's nobody here in my room with me,
Though I feel secure and a prang of safety,
I look over at him his eyes meet mine,
My big fat fluffy brown kaynine.
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