[hospital]
[The hospital seems more than usually light and cheerful today. There's sun streaming in through the windows to dance along the corridor, and rest on the door to the break room -- now standing ajar.
The room smells sickly sweet with faded flowers. The vase on the bench that was fresh yesterday is now withered, and dry -- one touch and the petals will fall.
A hint of warm perfume yet remains, but the break room is empty, still. The sofa, coffee table, everything is there, just as it always is. There's a half-written birthday card on the table, and beside it a cup of coffee, still warm.
And that's all.]
The room smells sickly sweet with faded flowers. The vase on the bench that was fresh yesterday is now withered, and dry -- one touch and the petals will fall.
A hint of warm perfume yet remains, but the break room is empty, still. The sofa, coffee table, everything is there, just as it always is. There's a half-written birthday card on the table, and beside it a cup of coffee, still warm.
And that's all.]