Sunlight streams through the window,
Yanking me out of my dreams,
My bed seems bigger now,
Getting up I realize something just isn’t right,
How is this possible I grew smaller overnight? 
Running to the closet I throw open the door,
Peering in the mirror I see,
My six-year-old self-staring back at me,
Closing my eyes and pinching my arm,
Hoping for it to be a dream,
When nothing happens I let out a scream,
After the initial shock is over,
And the reality sinks in,
I realize I’ve been given,
A second chance to be a kid,
Now I can see,
My rooms been transformed as well as me
Rainbow Brite, She-ra, My Little Ponies,
Sitting on my shelves carefully arranged,
Cabbage Patch Kids, Popples and teddy bears,
Line the edges of the spare bed,
Discarded clothes, board games and more,
Creating a huge mess across the floor,  
Popping a movie into the VCR,
I sit back and relax,
Deciding to stay,
And marvel in this second chance,
Just as I think my mind is totally set,
I hear someone yell, “Is your room clean yet?”