The translucent, cream colored curtains danced as the wind squeezed itself through a crack in the window pane. The room was minimalistic, it was the color white. Anything you stare at was plain and basic: the walls, the bed, the floor, the ceiling, the door. It was comforting and peaceful, yet also isolated and eerie. There was not anything special about the room I was in, unless, maybe you thought such a simple room was a masterpiece by itself. I sat on the bed waiting for something, though I wasn't sure why, I did this quite often. Maybe I was waiting on something interesting to happen since I have began to get bored of this simple room. I wasn't really sure why, but I always found myself waiting in silence for something. I'm not sure if I ever had a reason and forgot or if I even had a reason to begin with. Every time I wait, I get disappointed again because nothing happens, just like the last time. Nothing happens here and I fool myself into thinking something might, leading myself towards disappointment once more. Maybe the door will open, maybe the ceiling will leak, maybe the window will crack more, yet none of my fantasies have come true. I lay on my bed, giving up waiting for now. The bed isn't the most comfortable, but it does it job of allowing me to sleep when I need it. It was already night when I look out the window, but the neighbor's obnoxiously bright lights could have tricked you to think otherwise. My eye found it difficult to stay open and so I decided to call it a night. I slept soundly while dreaming of a different place. A place where there's equality among everyone and peacefulness between one another. It was a pleasant dream and I hope to dream of it again. My eyes flutter open and stare out the window; it was still dark outside, which told me I hadn't slept enough.
