This is the first short poem within a series I am planning to write. They all focus on a different sense and how they effect me as someone with ASD. I will likely write a few on each sense but this is the first one. It focuses on Light . . .
Light Through The Curtains
Bright lights dance across the ceiling
The curtain is only open a smidge,
but the sunlight zap onto my eyes.
making me squint and tuck my face back into the pillows,