Restless

Written while I was extremely bored and craving adult interaction.

I wander aimlessly from room to
Empty room - invisible to the
Occupants in each.
The walls close in, a nondescript
Gray, occasionally decorated with
Portraits of your face, or his.
They used to be colored a brilliant
Green that washed my soul - sometimes
A shadowed blue would stain the carpets.
The curves of the oversized chair
Beckon me - I sink into its
Depths to be swallowed up.