There are warm white towels all lined up in the closet. The room smells of lemons and flowers.
The clothes are ironed and left on the table, crisp and in brown paper bags.
There's a ash tray on the table, with a match box and a stubby candle. It's quite the nifty little package. In the dark powerless room, people smoke cigarettes and light candles to make shadow animals on the wall.
There's always a sound in quiet rooms, like that of a faraway train. It doesn't intrude into your thoughts. It just melts away into the background of your space, watching you just be. It speaks only when spoken to.
The marble floor sees an upside down version of my day. It looks at me walk back and forth; first a little gingerly because of the cold tiles and then more confidently. It watches me look happier and shinier than I might be feeling. It's probably from the glow of the yellow lights. Either way it isn't a bad thing.
The clothes are ironed and left on the table, crisp and in brown paper bags.
There's a ash tray on the table, with a match box and a stubby candle. It's quite the nifty little package. In the dark powerless room, people smoke cigarettes and light candles to make shadow animals on the wall.
There's always a sound in quiet rooms, like that of a faraway train. It doesn't intrude into your thoughts. It just melts away into the background of your space, watching you just be. It speaks only when spoken to.
The marble floor sees an upside down version of my day. It looks at me walk back and forth; first a little gingerly because of the cold tiles and then more confidently. It watches me look happier and shinier than I might be feeling. It's probably from the glow of the yellow lights. Either way it isn't a bad thing.
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