you are sitting in a chair in a large white room
the chair is plush, deep, and covered with little red flowers
on a field of blue
the room is brightly lit – the light hurts your eyes
you are not alone
in the far left corner sits a man at a small typwriter
recording your every thought running through your head
the man is meak, skinny
has grey hair and a thick grey mustache
he looks at you
and you become very uncomfortable

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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