She hid under the bed, trying
To fend off the Demons in her
She climbed up the Mountains to
a Safe House, far from the
She gulped down tea and opened
to the Greenery, the Mist, the
Third Eye inside.
The familiar faces, familiar roads,
Smiling faces of stores and houses
once a daily nuance of her Home.
Conversations with the Scientist,
Books from an aptly named store
Strong Memory of the
Keeper of Books, another
reminder of the beauty of
the Creater, and the