Fleeing

Two wine glasses sit on the table next to the bed. One being broken and the other half full with the imprint of luscious pink lipstick. The carpet is deeply stained by what looks like blood, but is the very cheap red wine for healing your soul.

The California King sitting right next to to the stain is covered in dead rose pedals and satin sheets.

It is nothing but beautifully dead colors.

When leaving the door is marked..."We Made It."