15 September 2012
The little girl sat up from her sleep silence around not even a peep.
Was there something under the bed? Did she feel something brush her leg?
Her toys still sit neatly on the shelf even the pink fairy and the little green elf.
Shadows on the wall seem to close in she can't help feeling uneasy within.
Then she remembers she's boss of this room her imagination make cherry blossoms bloom.
Either side of her little wooden bed two baby dragons watching over her sleepy little head.
(Based on something my mum told me when I was six)
"Your The Boss Of This Room" • Opuss № I