Outside is so scary, my bed is the spot.
Out there, who knows?
You never know. Bugs, or cold or zooming cars.
And the people! It's always the same thing.
Packing themselves into loud places, where it's okay to not make themselves heard.
Children. I would rather my books.
Every page turn is a triumphant roar.
And my games, and my comfort.
No need for shoes or gloves.
Not here. I would be naked but I would feel awkward.
If those people came in here, or watched from out there.
This is the life right here.
I got everything I need, I think.
But I think I'm hungry.
I'm not sure for what.
Where are my keys?
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