I come from
A land of oak trees,
Kicking at concrete mushrooms,
Watering cans, passion flowers,
Climbing up the castle walls.

I come from
Water where,
There once was an ugly duckling,
Now a rubber duck,
Swimming on the ripples of a king sized duvet,
Sailing on sofa boats,
Protecting a pillow fortress.

I come from
A floor of molten lava,
Flying up up upwards
Umbrella grabbed tightly,
To the twinkle twinkle glow-in-the-dark stars,
Practically perfect in every way,
Thinning my way to heaven.

I come from
The constant echo of fire trucks,
We duel with sticks of light,
Until the dictator sends us to bed.

I come from
A world where
Trains with smiley faces
Conduct our means of transport,
Powered independently.

I come from
A body of television screens,
Antennae on our heads.
I come from
Consumers
Of the bite
Of the Apple.