An island of tranquility amidst a bustling city.
A yellow gated flat with cats roaming its vicinity.

A punctured bicycle with brakes sticky.
Sits in an empty hallway and mocks my creeping obesity.

The Bookcase packed with midnight binges,
From dark fantasies to teenage cringes.

A bare bedroom with a mattress for bed,
Bathed in warm yellow makes it cozy in my head.

And a kitchen adorned with this and that,
Singing with oven timers and littered with eggshells cracked.

My snug abode bursting with happiness at its seams,
Spotted with dark sleepy corners nestling wondrous dreams.