I Sit in The Room

I sit in the room. No one has come and no one has gone. Just myself in a room, sitting. The room has four walls, a ceiling, a floor. There is a door but I don't go by it. I sit in the room and I don't go out. There is a window on the 4th wall. I don't go near it. Why would I look out when I could sit in the room? The room keeps me safe. No where to go, no where to cause pain. Just sitting in the room, safe and alone. Do I think about the outside world? Never. Why would I when I have the room? I have all I could want. A floor to sleep. A door to close. A window for light. What more could I ask for? Why would I go out? Why lose what I have? No, I will sit in the room. I sit and stay where I am safe. People outside have stress and work, all to get a room just like this. Why would I join when I already have my room? My room is safe. No one knows about it. You'll never find my room. It can't be found, it finds you. As long as it wants me I will sit in the room. The room keeps me safe. The room tells me stories. I am the rooms and the room is mine. I won't open the door. It says bad things are out of the room. I won't look out the window. It protects me from seeing all of you without your rooms. No, I am happy here. I sit in the room but I'm not alone. I have the room and the room has me.