As I enter the room, everything is still the same. The degree of messiness, the arrangement of stuff which I can remember most of it at the tip of my fingers. The comfortable and familiar environment suddenly became so forbidden. As I left the room, there is this subtle unwillingness to walk out. Somehow the bed looked so inviting, I feel like just let myself fall on the bed, snuggling with the mess diagonally. But, I had to leave.
This strange feeling is still lingering in me, which I cannot describe.
posted by Cecilia @ 10:42 PM
