A World of My Own

From our wooden world, I hear the bell that signals your entry. My head turns towards the green sky as I watch your dark, winking stars come closer and closer until they crash right next to me with a sigh. You grin because you escape wandering the universe for a while. I grin just because you don't know. This is the world we've created, a wholly magical place where smiles breathe laughter into the atmosphere to mix with the smell of coffee. It's as blissful as if sin and no more than the gentlest of grief had ever been. It's a place of dreams.