Cuddled up in a comfy seat,
Tied up messy bun with glasses perched on the nose,
Clothed in a warm sweater and socks clad feet,
Hot steaming coffee settled on table without a rouse.

Hands full with a book, flipping and stalling,
Eyes engrossed in such magnificent tale,
Travelling into pages without moving,
Emotions a teary and joyful gale.

In a world where, there are creatures who roar,
Freedom, the significant scent in the air,
Wanting badly to reach heights, to soar,
Roaring wind sifting through thick hair.

Touching the snow white clouds,
Laughing in pure happiness with eyes closed,
Twirling in unbelievable rounds,
Emitting intense feelings of one being loved.

Jolted out of a sweet daydream,
Awareness of reality seeps in,
Signing softly and closing book with a dull bam,
Coffee forgotten as the morning sun creeps in.