an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of pale blue cover three of the four walls and their

baseboards speckled only by an occasional paint chip or faded fingerprint. Entire sections are

hidden by photographs of varying sizes and of varying content, most expressing various political

ideas, or taste in music. Shelves protrude from a wall adjacent to the door, topped by a number

of knickknacks and decorative accessories. Yet nothing obscures the blueness of these walls

quite as magnificently as the furnishings which fill the room.

Standing at the doorway looking inwards, I see the birch wood framed futon bed directly

with an assortment of dusts and the syrup of sodas left upon its surface over the years. A similar

he far wall. It’s sheets and blankets are ruffled and in dire need of being

which does not seem to match anything at all.

stronger, I become more and more distracted by ideas of what might be in the kitchen. This urge

As I inhale, I can smell the fleeting aroma of potpourri sprays, their specific flavor

Occasionally, the crackle of laughter or the murmur of conversation will reach me from another

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