The blue is missing from the sky today
the trees have no leaves
outside it is very cold
the wind is cruel.
there is a person
in front of me
i don’t know who it is.
I remember playing out
with my sisters 
on a skipping rope,
playing hop-scotch
on the pavement.
It is cold inside too,
that lady told me it is morning,
maybe that is why I stretch and yawn
like a cat, I like cats.
The lady says I have a visitor
i am frightened to ask:
‘What is a visitor?‘
The world outside is very big
and it looks very unfriendly to me.
I remember when everything was nice
and we had tea together.
I wonder if i am asleep,
this is not my home,
why an I alone?