My steps echo slightly down the wide and tiled hall. Mobile computing stations stand guard in front of heavy doors.
The walls are neutral pinks, eggshell or blue. No longer the traditional greens.
Landscape art satisfies like dusty wax fruit on a dinner table.
Perception is a funny thing, unique and at the same time shared. The overlap is what we agree to call reality, but the edges are frayed.
Opening the door to her room, laughter, unexpected and raucous, punctuates the quiet, and the seconds tick inevitably by.
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