My room is the universe.
Big and bright.
The door wide open to all the possibilities.
Music blaring as loud as The Big Bang.
I lose myself in this vast space.
When I jump on my bed I can reach the stars.
Grasping on to all the positive energy dancing in the air.
The clock ticking through 1:11 reminding me,
to welcome abundance into my life.
The window open, blowing in the strong breeze.
I can hear the animals sing love songs to the sunrise.
Astrologers footprints on the welcome mat.
They traveled through this galaxy before.
Warm compliments bouncing off the solar systems,
painted on the walls.
The moon's glow beams off the mirror
inspiring us to look for shooting stars every night.
We lye down on the soft milky way carpet.
Where we share our wishes in between passes
of a trip to outer space.
Astrologers footprints on the exit mat.
They traveled galaxies to get home.
And I stayed a constellation in my room.