The ceiling whispers back the words she used to cry out in the dark as images of the man she lost flashes in her eyes
"Prince, please make me..."
The ceiling recalls watching them make love and giggling into the early mornings.

She looks away and meets the grey walls, they look at her with a smirk.
She whimpers as they project the sighs and breaths she used to take when she was pinned up against them, they play the voice she would hear whisper in her ear.
"Oh, Princess you're...