Well. I do go to a damn good school, and like all other kids, I like anything sweet, be it chocolate, candy or cake. I have an enormous collection of dainty little notebooks and quite a few perfumes. Oh, and I adore books. Mostly fiction.
I see glitter when it rains, I hear bells ringing when thunder claps. I see life through rainbow sunglasses, so that everything be coloured in different, happy colours.
Too many bright flashing lights, the combined stench of drink and sweat overpowering, I stand there in the corner. What can I do. No cheese, no life. Oh dear.
Oh dear. That TV remote is three inches away. Three inches too far, whispers a known voice in your head. Hm. I think I may starve soon, but I don't think I can muster the motivation to get up.
I sat in that little vintage cafe, It seemed like only yesterday, Not far away. And now I sit in those tartan armchairs, Thinking. Wasn't I lucky that day. Sitting alone in that little vintage cafe..
I'm somewhere. I know that, but I don't know where. There's a crystal topped lake, and soft green moss. A babbling brook, gliding over the rock. Grass, slick with dew, and all manner of flowers.