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.