There were some random posters of some music artists that she really liked. The walls were a dark red. And the bedding was a little lighter than the walls. The carpeting was black. It seemed that if you stepped on the carpet, you would fall into a black hole. It was actually quite frightening how dark her room was. There was a table lamp that gave off a soft glow and a small candle on the nightstand, which smelled faintly of vanilla. I stood and paced the room slowly, not really feeling like I wanted to sit.
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I like how uncomfortable you make the room seem. This almost sounds like a Brian Andreas story- he writes very short things, a couple of sentences long, usually, and yet they are enigmatic and thoughtful. I definitely want to read more!
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