Something scratching in the back,
Something got her laughing while sitting up straight on her bed,
May be a familiar story in the old book rack.
The blanket was lying as she left it in the morning,
Twirled like a mermaid taking rest over a rock,
Waiting for the next wave dining.
The spoon just fell over the cup,
Like a huge star, shooting in the infinities of the sky,
While ceramic did talk and made hupp.
She just leaned back on the backside of her bed,
And just like that she held the music in the room,
And she saw the lower corner of the curtain waving to her but she wondered if it was all in her head.