The cupboard under the stars
I live in a cupboard under the stars.
Filled with eiderdown blankets and chocolate bars,
The walls lined with books and a ceiling of night.
Lit by fireflies and sunbeams kept in mason jars.
Tucked up in my cupboard I'm hidden from sight.
With my worlds all around me, some to read, some to write.
Wrapped in blankets and pillows as soft as the sky.
Eating ice cream and reading by firefly light.
There's space for just one, in this cupboard of mine,
With my most favourite of things and infinite time.
Don't fret of my absence, from the world you call home,
There is a cupboard awaiting your finishing chime.