That was what she thought as she slowly paced around the empty room. It was dark and lonely. Cloths that were once pearly white were draped across unused furniture scattered across the room. Turning around the room, she saw what once used to be her sanctuary.
That little table at the corner was where she used to write her many thoughts and fantasies. The wardrobe next to it used to be her "secret hide-out". As she shifted across the room, she would occasionally kick up some amount of dust that would dance their way up and disperse themselves around the room. She could picture the time when she would run across the room and jump on the bed, enjoying the trampoline effect her bed gave her. Now, the bed was just another member of the unused furniture.
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