She skips through the bed
smelling the flowers up ahead
they look more beautiful than her mother had said
bubble gum pink orchids
swaying, all perfectly sorted
All worries disregarded
Her surroundings become distorted
She opens her eyes
only to realize
that world was all lies
shes in a cell, taking her by surprise
All around her she hears the echos of her cries
the dream a substitution
a temporary solution
a dream world- all an illusion
