My shoes squeak and echo on the slick floors as I feel my eyes moisten. The air is filled with an overwhelming scent of sanitizer and other various chemicals used to clean, but that somehow makes the air feel filthier. The chairs are comfortable at first, as I feel relieved to have a place to rest, but I soon become aware of the sandpaper-like fabric, stone cold cushions, and the fact that the arm rests are way too close together. Despite this, the repetitive beep of the monitor lulls me into a much needed sleep.
Room 214
Porcelain Prose 