I sit upon a creaky stool.
A wooden stool I sit upon.
I watch the magnificent window in front of me.
The magnificent stained-glass window I watch.
The colored glass leaves a glow cast upon the room.
The room has a yellow glow that fills it.
I stare through that wonderful stained-glass window.
That window I would stare at all day if I could.
I bask and revel in its warm light.
Its warm light fuels me and feeds me and holds me tight.
The cracks in the stained glass create segments of different shades of yellow.
The different shades of yellow further stimulate my senses as I crave more of that warm light.
I desire to clear any dust or dirt that dares to cloud that beautiful light.
That beautiful light I wish to preserve.
I carry that beautiful, wonderful, yellow glow so close to my heart.
So close to my heart I hold that vibrant, marvelous, stained-glass window.
As long as the sun lives I will adore that wondrous glow.
I will love that glow as long as the lunar gleam shines through it's transparent wall.
I lay upon a creaky bed.
A worn and torn bed I lay upon.
I gaze at the wondrous window across from me.
That wondrous stained-glass window I watch.
The glass window illuminated the room with a lunar glow.
A lunar glow fills the room.
I stare at the magical portal of light in front of me.
That wonderful portal I would watch all night if I could.
Even in my sleep it casts its charming hold around my soul, cradling me like a baby.
Within its hold I finally sleep.
I finally sleep within its hold.
And at last, I am at rest.
