The house felt as sterile as a hospital the walls grey and
dark, she was taken aback by how much had changed. The home that she once
adored had become a prison that she was trapped in. She bit down on her pillow as her window bars
reminded her of prison. “One day” she thought to herself as cried herself to
sleep….
I love the story. Leaves it open for me to believe whether she is isolated or trapped in a well decorated home that in due time has lost its colours with monotony.
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