in search of a comfy couch

i'm in an empty gray room. its cold and smells stale. i can't leave because i worked so hard to get in, it just doesn't seem worth it to leave yet.

when i first entered the room, i was deceived by the beautiful details that the door carried. why, certainly the door that held so much allure gave way to a room adorned with similar beauty.

but i was wrong. upon entering the room, i was frightened when a chilling draft caused the door to slam shut. and shame reddened my cheeks. what a fool i am.

which brings me to the present.

what do i do? i can hardly breathe because of the thickening dust, and can't see much through what little light peeks through the dark drapes.

i hear voices outside. i'm so humiliated because i know that if i walk out now, people will know.

searching the room a little more closely, i spot a chair in the corner of the room.

a chipped wooden excuse of a chair. well, its better than nothing.

am i always this compromising? 

i sit and wait patiently for people to pass my room by.