Childhood · Me

How my bedroom was

How my bedroom was

My teddies stacked to the side

Watching over me with approving stares

As if knowing my next moves

My bed was a stage

For my adoring silent crowd

As I would jump to touch the sky

Springs squeaking ready for the next jump

Elation in my movements


The unapproving voice echoed


The thuds on the floor


As I listened

Pure concentration

Hairs noisily erect on my neck

As still as a mouse

Awaiting to see my predator


The stairs thumped

Scattering to my teddies

Hiding in their pile

Searching for safety

Two eyes peaking from a fluffy mountain

Holding my breath



The door flung open


I went to my happy place

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