Shoes Against the Blue Door

The shoes have stopped before the room has. One points away from the other, preserving the small imbalance of arrival. Blue light from the phone settles under the bench and touches the door, while the lamp keeps the wall warm enough to disagree. The red swatch offers a tidy measurement that the entryway does not obey. Even the mat sits slightly wrong. The room is practical, but for a moment its objects are still arranging themselves around the absent body.