Swirling patterns on a curtain are just behind
a dark owl with piercing eyes,
sitting on a shelf.
The owl is guarding a heart-shaped rock,
found at a beach and brought home in a suitcase.
To some it is just a rock,
but for the girl chatting and laughing in the kitchen
it is priceless,
like a beautiful pearl that is only visible to her.
Books of different sizes, shapes and colours
sit in bookcases nearby.
Dark wooden floorboards are hidden by a soft rug
that drowns her feet in a grey ocean of thread as she walks across it.
To the left there is a large wooden bed,
covered in cushions and a comforter.
She lies on her bed after a long day, when she feels dead, and rests her head.
Lemon coloured walls are adorned with handwritten posters with encouraging words.
Hidden behind two large wardrobe doors
are shelves overloaded with clothes and accessories.
There is a phone on the bed with earphones sprawled across the sheets
and loud music is still blasting out of them.
A black and white beanbag sits like a cow that is curled up in a ball in the corner.
On the bedside table there is a lamp that is shining on an open book
that has been thrown down during an attempt to run quickly down the hall to dinner.
