You're in a room where all the walls are made of wood.
Floor and ceiling too.
Where perpendicular traditionally meets at a right angle,
Radial curves join the two planks.
Stare down the room and spot a bench.
The crisp red cushion's sigh echo the room.
Walk towards it.
Stand in front of it and run your fingers over the intricate carvings
Of the arm.
Let the leather meet your body
As you take a seat and a breath
Watching the lights upon the curved floor
Dim one after the other.
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