Beholding Salad

I fell into a desk in that room. I had seeped in through the door. Noise was everywhere, and things making noise in odd colors, there wasn’t much to wait for. The room never changed, the shape was the same, the things in it moved very quickly. They were, happy I think. I watched them as they buzzed above the floor; it was clean. The floor was, like it had been polished. It kept things still.