Sanctuary

The smell hits me first,
freshly washed cotton
and scented candles.
Air is warm and thick,
a blanket that envelops me.
Colours heavy and dark.
Sheets of paper,
strewn on the bed,
full of bits of poetry
and doodles.
Dreams hang lightly
in the air,
drifting softly to
every corner.
Music switches on,
notes wandering to
my ears.
Neat writing on
lined sheets of white,
telling stories to
invisible people.
Sunlight streams in
and floods the room.