Boards creak with each step I take
An old radio station blaring in the background
Musty air and ticking clock
Peering through the windows
Things slow down in the afternoon
Sinking into a leather couch
That smells of lemon cleaner
Footsteps thundering up above
Children in the top floor
Curling up, I settle in
The worlds of people that don't exist
Reel me in to stay
Words fly by
Just like the time
In this serene place
