Chiming an old Bollywood song in my bubble bath, I wander away into another world Where we find vintage finds and the classic spectacles, Once I adorn them, I can’t seem to go back to what my world was I pour myself a glass of white and begin to sway I feel my emotions come alive as my hands are splashed in paint The colors dawn over my body and through the night, When my eyes awaken, I am drowned in a feast – of my favorite books As I begin to wake up, I realize I am still in my silk pajamas But I go back to sleep, for I missed the utter delight of having a midnight snack, I light a fragrant candle and make a phone call – tring, tring Hello Momma, I am fine, and I am coming back It struck twelve.