Safety

Pale purple walls and floor-length curtains
to match

Strings of fairy lights, a garland of
crocheted stars

Pictures, posters, cut-out covers of
Playbills on the walls

It is the place where I can dance

Stubbing my toe on the bed frame

But I don’t care

Because no one is there to laugh

As I listen to the music in my ears

Or converse with the characters in my
head

It is the place where being “alone”

Means I can enjoy my own company