CordeliaNoir

RecGolden sunlight filtered through the blinds into the musty,  empty room. You could see the particles of dust, trapped in those beams of light, swirling and soaring in a never ending attempt to free themselves. One ray of sunlight fell on a bedpost. The bed in its entirety was far beyond repair; the metal, rusty and corroded, with chips of white paint clinging to it here and there, and the mattress, rotted and thoroughly infested with vermin. But the one bedpost, the one encircled by the beam of light... it shone with beauty. It wasn't perfect; beauty is not perfection. But it was beautiful in its imperfection. The cracks in the aged,