The background noise from the TV,
And the slow sips of coffee,
Or maybe delicious English tea.
Feeling the steam on my face,
Snuggling tight in knitted blankets,
In silent mornings,
The pitter-patter of rain,
And the streams and rivers on my window.
I want to go outside and feel the rain on my face,
I want to be the footsteps on the wet concrete footpath,
See the London buses, cruising slowly in the sea of traffic,
And the busy umbrellas that guard people beneath them.
Some people run...
Not everyone wants to be outside.
I am in a different dimension,
As I see the world through the streams and rivers,
Through my little window,
Upstairs.
I lean against it.
And as I press the glass with my finger...
Someone help me,
I feel cold.
-- XprettypandaX
