Midnight Madness

There is something special about
sitting in a room with you.
You are feeling as I do
Tonight's room is a city of smiles
and minds itching to be taken to a new time
we are stolen by written stories
appearing on a screen.
It's midnight
the commercials start.
The room bursts, 
four walls cannot sustain this exhilaration
we float effortlessly into our dreams
whilst watching a big screen.

The End

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