The cat that could speak in the button-eyed world knew too much.
The cat in this room looked at the stripy light in her room and decided she was right when thinking that dolls and mirrors have a life of their own.
Now, the doll with the blond hair sits tight on a chair and whispers of days of old.
Easter bunnies and board games.
A hammer out of place.
A fairytale in dusty corners.
All wrapped up in a string around her finger
In web-looking words
Just like the old times, just like the new
The stripy light dims, like an air cabin while taking-off.
Taking off to Dreamland.