This little room that had cream-white walls with a hint of gray, this room that had cream-brown tiles of zigzag wood, must be the most beautiful room I had ever seen in that moment. My autumn scarf matched this little room that was a favourite to me and the one who brought me here.
Simple but beautiful, that’s the best description of what my mind expressed in that moment.
I wanted to touch its walls that promised a tender explosion of feeling and in its sunbeams that came through the curtain dance. I wanted to so much that the discipline that had held me calm at many moments lost to my desire. I awoke with excitement but stopped at the sight of a little parrot. A little life-form. To think this little life had been watching me, looking at the weird waves of emotion passing through me. I felt embarrassed and wanted to sit down. But I kept staring at it. It was beautiful; the little bird. I could see why God loved it.