Monday

Another rainy day 
Is pouring down outside
I don't want to go out
I'd rather stay in and hide

I'll make myself a home
Under a blanket fort
With vanilla tea
And christmas lights

I'll stack pillows way up high
My books will keep me company
They'll send me far away
From the dreary world waiting outside

Pages

I live my life
Between white pages
Quiet and careful
Nothing ever changes
Frightened of what's real
This magic world
Helps me hide
Guarded carefully
From the outside
Your reality is dull
Compared to mine