My Safe Place...

There's a pile of half-read books on the desk.

There's a dusty clock...

...next to the abandoned bed.

Light reflects in the glass...

...from the shade that hangs above.

There's clean laundry hanging in rows.

Forgotten bunting lays scattered on the rug.

Creativity lays scrambled up in threads.

And in the middle of it all there sits a little girl.

Safe and sound amongst the chaos.