The aroma of a sweet floral fragrance fills the air as I sit here. The sweetness of the fragrance reminds me of my past. The feel of heat cloaking my skin comforts me, whilst the exterior remains cold and lonely. My mouth is consumed with a dry bland air, as if my taste buds weren’t ever formed.
The four cream walls connecting into an enclosing cube contracts and pulls me in.
The faint dimness of the light casts shadows of large abstract shapes against the ceiling. Surrounding the walls are various sized cases stacked up, piled with personal belongings that have no space to be displayed and shared. The lack of sunlight and air confines me as if I were in an ant in a bubble.
The pale white sliding panels which separates two worlds creek like crickets as you pry inside.
The howling of the wind that chaotically blows rattles against the walls, amplifying and amplifying as the day goes on.
The thundered footsteps that roam above feel as if someone is in my head banging with their fists upon a large wooden drum. On me is a warm, soft, velvet layer spreading across my body, encapsulating me, as if its telling me that I am never allowed to leave.
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