an empty room

Sunlight comes through in a strong singular ray
Alighting the stark white walls with a lively vigor
So strong it draws out the hints of sherbet orange
Buried deep in the color of sun bleached white
My mind fills the small space with two perfect ideas
A modest bed covered in heavy cloud soft blankets
Entirely too many pillows impossible to escape
A perfect hiding place for those who need respite
But then I imagine a room featuring my claw foot table
A dark navy velvet table cloth shimmering in the sunlight
Draped over in such a moody yet pleasing way
Though it is in abasement it is the brightest room
The image of gold on my cards catching the light
Bringing brand new pennies flashing from the ground
I see my loved ones opening the door after a knock
Looking better than when they first arrived at my door
Both ideas swirling in an active war in my mind