white fluffy clouds

it would have white fluffy clouds as soft and as silky as cotton candy strands that dance around my dreams and wrap me up into a soft, cozy blanket

i would have light blue window shades that cover me in darkness and keep out the graphite darkness from the storm clouds outside

the rain would do a little tap dance on my windows, the pitter-patters
a reminder that i am safe and warm and untouchable

there would be a light scratch atop my bed frame, a shelf that houses books and hot coffee that indicates the old, worn-out, stained pages of my favorite books

i would be safe and happy wrapped around in my favorite blanket and listening to my favorite music without a care in the world

i would not be sitting in a rock-hard seat, with my hair getting tangled in the desk and not surrounded by the symphony of coughs and sneezes sighs and confusions

i would not be taking this test whose mixture of sounds and sights is nowhere near as nice as the cozy little paradise i have built inside of my head