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My feet pad firmly but quietly along my corridor. I come to a halt at the end and see the divide that keeps us so far away. Your door is a bright yellow, the kind of colour that makes you seem so close, mine is fairy pink, like an innocent child, but neither of either are we.

As i slid into my bed the heat of the room overwhelms me. I toss and turn trying to escape its grasp. I am a women obsessed, i sit up an crawl to my window i pull the blinds back harshly and look to the street, no one is there. As the rectangular bars of white light hit my face i wish someone were watching me, someone to rescue me. I lay my broken body back down to rest and look up towards the blinds, the long, thin strips that protect me from intruding eyes. I push my hand up and reach out my fingers, i hesitate just before i touch one, the second from the left, i pull away, not wanting to look out the window and be disappointed.

The heat is unbearable and i must escape it, i throw off the subtle protection of my sheet and lift my hips from the bed, in a rapid motion i throw my blue pyjama pants to the ground, sighing with relief, like a monster was slain. I hear her behind her yellow door, a quite mumur deafening my ears. I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, thinking of days past, less cryptic then the one about to begin.

Description
My feet pad firmly but quietly along my corridor. I come to a halt at the end and see the divide that keeps us so far away. Your door is a bright yellow, the kind of colour that makes you seem so close, mine is fairy pink, like an innocent child, but neither of either are we.

As i slid into my bed the heat of the room overwhelms me. I toss and turn trying to escape its grasp. I am a women obsessed, i sit up an crawl to my window i pull the blinds back harshly and look to the street, no one is there. As the rectangular bars of white light hit my face i wish someone were watching me, someone to rescue me. I lay my broken body back down to rest and look up towards the blinds, the long, thin strips that protect me from intruding eyes. I push my hand up and reach out my fingers, i hesitate just before i touch one, the second from the left, i pull away, not wanting to look out the window and be disappointed.

The heat is unbearable and i must escape it, i throw off the subtle protection of my sheet and lift my hips from the bed, in a rapid motion i throw my blue pyjama pants to the ground, sighing with relief, like a monster was slain. I hear her behind her yellow door, a quite mumur deafening my ears. I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, thinking of days past, less cryptic then the one about to begin.