The Room I Sit In - by Sarah H by nagash-thegod, literature
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The Room I Sit In - by Sarah H
The Room I Sit In
Hitting me like a smack between the eyes, a thick, musty atmosphere, heavy with scents of age, Italian cooking and Dior Poison. Binding my head, it induces an intense numbness and I struggle to keep my eyes open.
From what I can see, an equally heavy golden haze covers the room like a mantle. Vision blurred, I see fire pokers, charred, burnt black. I go to the lit fire - I am too small to see my face in the glass above. Looking around, many things are out of place, since she likes to prepare things beforehand. A large creeping plant's leaves, like arms, stretch out at my fatigue as I compete to stay awake. Outside, winter