A pocket dimension
cordons me away
From the world.
I fall asleep in Anne's room.
But when I wake I open my eyes
and see
from the inside
the leaves from the vines falling
so slow, surreal.
I see the outside world, but who sees me?
Only those who've come to seize
come to see.
But I am unaffected,
Protected by the warmth glow
of my humble abode
A place of serenity
that I call
home.
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