Separated from the rest of the world

Like Rapunzel in her tower

A disaster area, on the floor clothes lay curled

Papers flitter across the ground

Books haphazardly shoved on the shelves

A bookshelf an arm’s length from a bed

Covers thrown in a ball in the middle

The fan whirs in the silence of the purple den

The space filled with pillows and furniture of dark wood

Secluded and hidden,

Cramped and clustered

Open for dreaming.