By: Giuma Bukleb
The room’s window is open on the day.
The day is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.
In the room is a double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.
Opposite the double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash, is a small wooden desk with a computer on top.
Beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, is an old wooden wardrobe without a door.
Beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door is the room’s closed wooden door, with its shiny white paint.
Beside the room’s closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, is a colourless worn-out wooden coat stand.
On the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, hangs carelessly a dark jacket.
In the inner pocket, the only one, of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a carefully folded white paper. In the carefully folded white paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a wedding invitation.
The wedding invitation, in the carefully folded paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, isn't addressed to anyone, and I personally don't know how it found its way inside the only inner pocket of my dark jacket, hanging on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, beside the room's closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door, beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, opposite the double bed, close to the room's window, open on the day light, open on a sky like a wilderness of ash?!
