Keeping time stamp just in case.

There's A Room There, With Color

The room was blue.

He heard her songs drifting through the window, a gentle breeze pushing flora-printed curtains until they fluttered about in the air. She brought her head out, urging the curtains away. Flowers were in her hair but half the petals drooped. White daisies growing black.

He curiously looked up at her as she watched him. For a moment, he forgot what he looked like. She squinted her eyes at him but then they suddenly grew wide. Vinyl scratched and she quickly ducked back into the room, leaving him wondering why she did not look down longer. The screeches came back, a dark sound sending him away.

He did not like her look at all.