In the room if jealousy, I envied others around me.

In the room of hatred, tax bills sat on the table.

In the room of annoyance, another telemarketing phone call came ringing like a fire alarm.

In the room of reality, I came to realise my life was a lie.

In the room of sickness, I felt like I was on the verge of death.

In the room of love, I felt like my heart was going to explode.

In the room of friendship, I felt my bonds growing stronger.

In the room of childhood, I felt hundreds of memories flooding back to me.

In the room of stealth, I crept about the room like a lion after its pray.