Enter

I have seen it and been there

That stained wood door keeps me in or out

Only I can enter

Spiced apples relax my muscles and mind

I can’t take it in.

Lofted high bookshelves

My gigantic red plush chair filled with dog hair

Sits next to a curved ornate lamp

No windows – only one light source

It keeps the world out

And the magic in

She chooses a book and cuddles with me

And I get a glimpse of heaven through sepia eyes

She listens to the words that comfort her

My personal library

My paradise

It will be a tangible reality