Wanting to be comfortable without distractions,

Yearning to be dressed in my pajamas.

Wanting to be warm,

Wanting to be hidden.

Yet I am not.

Constantly aware of such surroundings,

Yet more aware of who I am,

And who I am not.

Kicked out/forced out once again,

Couldn’t get out fast enough.

Before I was sucked in/pulled in,

To this orbiting chaos called life.

Conversation, interruption and emotion:

They all get in the way,

Of this fantastical life.