waking up isn’t a struggle,

floating out of my bed to the sound of an overused but melodious whistle,

the pianokeys being struck just right,

paradise and adventures,

all snuggle into my head,

the places where i feel at peace,

coffee served straight from bed in a walking teapot,

a walking cup,

as we sip the coffee afternoon comes and we eat the wines,

dinner is served,

roasted beef served on a silver platter,

if i had a way to spend the day isolated,

earphones in ears,

set my imagination free,

i’ll have conversations with God,

as we float round the earth,

telling Him the secrets i’ve never dared to share

-Ropa