I wish, I could illustrate with words the same way a talented artist does
with pencil lines on paper
the feeling of sitting in the corner of a room
with your feet popped up against the bed
a book opened on your thighs
a warm light casting shadows behind angels made of paper and the dreamcatcher on the wall
the blanket in the corner and the books placed in piles
that should be returned to the shelves where they belong
I wish, I could catch all this on paper as vividly as a pencil sketch between ruffled pages