Friday, May 23, 2014

The Only Time

She turns to me as a sun sets behind her, through long venetian blinds.

"The only time it looks ugly, is when I cough." she says, a bit upset.

"Why do they call them venitian blinds?" I ask her.

She ignores me, sitting on the edge of the bed, and looks pensively into space.

I take a look around the room -- it is decorated from the 1950s.

Who is she, and how are we related?

How did I get here?

I don't know.



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