Cassandra and I
exit from the room
that felt like my
eternity.
As I follow her to
the left, I can’t help
but look around.
The walls are decorated
with white and black vintage
wallpaper, showing patterns
of many red roses.
The floors are made of
mahogany wood, and
they feel very cold
against my bare
feet.
As much as I would
love to stop and
explore,
Cassandra, despite
walking ahead, keeps
a close eye on me.
“How huge is this
building?”
“Well, the place has
three stories. We
Are on the third
one.”
Cassandra merely
explains.
I stay quiet.
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