The Chai Incident or Accident? (Chapter 2)

The blank white walls call for us

To spill out our creativity

In the middle of the night.

The two bulbs in the room

Flickered to us,

Whispering that we have to

Get ready for bed.

Pillow fights, yelling, and chai

Filled the space to no end

Four adults and seven children

In one apartment.

The small, brown couch

Only cared for the adults.

The children plopped on the floor

And obviously,

Annoyed our parents.

That is for sure in the job description

Of five-year-olds.

The hot, steaming, chai bellowed

Its arrival by burning us to our very core.

Whose fault it was?

Let’s just say it was the white walls.