Spaced Out

by Samantha Castrejon

Stroll down seeing pitch dark and frosted white standing in the center you’ll see a queen bed and tall

Mirror, memories on the wall

Different spices of cinnamon, aroma the whole room

No type of sound whatsoever but loudness of bubbling and humming in the background

A place that’s filled with images, memories, hopes, dreams, joy, and laughter, beauty, and wonder.

Laying down eyes close locked in a box

But!

Only happens on dark hours