A yellow couch 

There’s a girl sitting nearby, talking on the phone. I can’t help but eavesdrop on what seems to be a conversation with her partner. It seems likes she’s having some sort of relationship trouble. 

On the other side, two guard didis are sitting and talking. Sharing stories. I don’t understand a lot but I do know that they’re leaving soon. 

There’s a glass room to my right and a couple is sitting there watching TV. 

I’m sitting on a yellow couch with ugly stains on it. It doesn’t look very comfortable but it’s okay. It’s 2 45am and everything is silent. But at the same time it’s not. It’s loud. Very loud. Footsteps on the wood floor. The sound of the elevators. The doors opening and closing. People talking. The voices in my head. 


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