Crimson light,
torn denims thrown on the floor,
silver nail paint bottle on dresser,
missed calls on cellphone,
coffee mug at the bedside,
disorganised vanity table,
an empty carton of fruit juice,
all the single ladies palying on i-pod,
satin sheets crumpled on the bed.
Wonder what is going on?
Nothing, Sarah is getting another fit: "Whatever!"
