moving pt.2 my room
oh what a dream it'd be... a room to call my own!
my bed would be pristine; clean sheets with the corners all tucked and a rug beneath my feet. the windows with blinds drawn shine on the deep wooden floors and pipes run along the wall. paint peels from my windowsill. its soft, everything is soft. i have a special broom i can use whenever i want to keep the floors spotless. i feel safe enough to take my slippers off indoors.
everything in its right place.
everything in its right place.