Alice:-Hello belle, last week someone told me you still have a memory of a story you told me a year ago.
Me:-Hmmm, of course, dear
alice:-it was long ago... can you tell me again... I want to hear it, I want to make sure if it was real or not.

okay, dear...

One day I got myself wandering around a small room where I used to glimpse in a photo.
This small room mumbles more than a person could converse. has miscellaneous things to show forth.

it has a few gadgets to count but its history is vast.
inspecting every space of the room give me goosebumps.
everything reminds me of him.
his eyes glitter in the middle of the room, telling me how it was to live in this room.
I never had imagined myself being in this room which he used to hang out.
his abode is the dreariest place where you feel his existence.
I didn't know one room has various things to utter towards which makes it unique.
At night his comfy blanket chatters about how sweet he was.
Every piece of furniture feels cold because of his absence, tell me how he made them hot.
His wearables are in the closet in an order which makes you think you gazing at celebrities items.
He knows what to keep an eye on in his youtube record in his smart tv proves how on-duty a person he was.
small room talks dear.
Alice:-wow, small room talks indeed!
, I wish I could know who this person is.
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