may twenty-third | night | ???
[the room is cold and bare, like a mortuary. there is white everywhere, from the floors to everything above it; there are no walls, and there is no sky. there is just an up and a down.
he had been restless for awhile, though he had been quieter before. but he finally opened his eyes, pushing back the covers of his large, plush bed and letting the rose petals tumble to the floor (they were everywhere, anyway). he had crawled out and rested his back against the side of it, and let out a low, miserable wail.]
he had been restless for awhile, though he had been quieter before. but he finally opened his eyes, pushing back the covers of his large, plush bed and letting the rose petals tumble to the floor (they were everywhere, anyway). he had crawled out and rested his back against the side of it, and let out a low, miserable wail.]