Briefing.

A perfectly lit up room. Loose threads and the polished teal appropriately charming the curtains. A white dish indicating an unfinished meal. Fingers entangled, fitting perfectly in the spaces. Clothes strewn all over, a smile on two faces. Laughter embraces the walls, and a sense of belonging submerges the inert ceiling. as two legs continue fidgeting and dancing. It was the sharp rays of dawn, that shook her out of her bliss she felt the empty creases she saw the door ajar. As she walked up to steal one last glance she pushed the white dish shattering it into pieces while her soggy eyes kept pricking.