Its a trip, not a fall. Get Up!
It's cold and quiet. She's alone in the entire house and in deep thought. On the brown sofa lays a Maasai shuka and a blue hat on one corner. She's seated on the other corner nearer to the TV. There's a laptop at her left hand side from where music has been playing, but she switched it off to listen to her thoughts. In front of her, is a wooden table with some drinks on it.. There's a black cur rant fanta, and a bottle of whiskey. About 6 used classes and one small tot. There's a small star fish at the middle that is meant for decoration. At the edge is a mouse mat with some keys on top. The sink is full of dirty dishes and pieces of cake are all over.. Even on the red carpet. The bedroom door is open and she can see the blue light shining on the wall where a black hoodie lays. The clock is ticking.. It's 1:15am on Sunday morning . She however is not at peace. She had been up and down looking for it but didn't find it. I