Samuel Johnson sat on the sofa alone, finishing the cup of coffee without sugar, feeling as if the bitterness reached deep into his heart. After he had drunk the coffee, he felt somewhat more alert and stood up, staggering as he made his way upstairs.
The whole house fell silent, his feet treading each stair as he climbed, step by step heading upward. When he came to his senses, he found himself standing at the door of the empty room.
Realizing this reality, his eyes widened, yet he found himself unable to control his hand pushing the door open.
The door was ajar, and with a soft creak, it gently swung open, the light in the hallway lonely and bright, illuminating the empty room.
Samuel slowly walked in and reached to turn on the light, which flicked on with a snap, filling the room, which was devoid of anything, with light.
He stood inside, surrounded by pale pink walls, nothing left, nothing there at all...
