In The Abstract

Prompt Reaction # 1

Alone in a quiet room. What do you see?

As I open my eyes, I see these walls are white; bleakly tainted with light and shadow. Where am I? On the cold, tiled floor, there is a stain-something dark and old, faded with time, a water stain, perhaps. To the right of me lies a window with a view. Outside, the sky is blue as a robin's egg, spotted with pillows and blankets, white and glowing. The sun breaks through and shades them with brilliant silver and gold. The ground is wet, grass littered with droplets of fresh morning dew. Metal towers shred the sky, and automobiles litter their noise over the sounds of nature, calm, and peace. Metropolis killing the green. The view doesn't get any better.

To the left of me lies a bed. It's bleak, white sheets carry no comfort. Clean and unwrinkled, they seem cold beneath a plastic pillow. A white linen blanket is no more inviting. How can one rest in a bed like that?

The ceiling is high, high with rafters and beams and cobwebs. Cheaply painted steel beams bolted to a frame, peeling and chipping their way to age, hold no appeal. The spiders are no better to look upon, but at least they are moving colours. Rust peeks through the window frame, adding a touch of industry to this blank pen.

In this quiet room, I see light reflected everywhere, yet so much darkness under the bleach.

posted by Kasey @ 9/18/2005 10:05:00 PM