Tinted windows,
Blood red curtains,
Velvet soft, long as a spiral staircase,
Folded like a blanket that had just come out of the dryer.
Yellow as a canary, the walls tall like a skyscraper,
They curve at the top, like railing.
Golden beam flow along the curves.
Blurred trees you can’t tell whether they are pine or oak.
Blue as a newborns eyes.
The sky.
White cloud,
Remind me of cotton candy,
has yet to be touched by the hungry kids,
That are so excited to have the sugar rush.
White,
Creased from being ironed,
Pressed for neat and clean look.
Table cloth.
Plastic, clear, temporary, non-existent.