white fluffy clouds

it would have white fluffy clouds

as soft and as silky as

cotton candy strands that

dance around my dreams and wrap

me up into a soft, cozy blanket

i would have light blue window shades

that cover me in darkness and

keep out the graphite darkness from

the storm clouds outside

the rain would do a little

tap dance on my windows,

the pitter-patters

a reminder that i am safe and

warm and untouchable

there would be a light scratch

atop my bed frame, a shelf

that houses books and hot coffee

that indicates the old, worn-out,

stained pages of my favorite books

i would be safe and happy

wrapped around in my favorite blanket

and listening to my favorite

music without a care in the world

i would not be sitting in

a rock-hard seat,

with my hair getting tangled in the desk

and not surrounded by

the symphony of coughs and sneezes

sighs and confusions

i would not be taking this test

whose mixture of sounds and sights

is nowhere near as nice as

the cozy little paradise

i have built inside of my head