My room has a door
And a bed
And a floor

The sunshine pours in
Like warmth of a light
and blinds everyone's sight

The beautiful creature that sits on my bed
Is an orange cat that licks its own head
And as it meows I stare at its face; looking into a fiery glaze

Once I leave my own room I enter a hallway
It is shadowy and differs by light.
Though in daytime it's normal, it may scare you at night.

I have walked through this house with the cat by my side
And looked around with interested eyes
And at last I came to the front door, which led me into
a world of galore.