She was sitting on the edge of the ottoman; her feet curled up underneath her; her black shoes placed neatly on the carpet below. She was sitting perfectly still. She was listening to the quietness of the room. She listened intently. Her head cocked first to one side, then to the other. The room lay all around her; quiet and still. Like a huge waiting animal - all eyes, and ears, and knowing. She couldn't keep out of it. How could she? It attracted her ... It beckoned to her through its dosed door. .. 'Come in,' it said. 'Come in ... Come and see my secrets.' So today she had opened the door and gone in - timidly and carefully - placing her shoes on the floor so as not to soil the ottoman. And there she sat. And the room was waiting and watching.



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