Room 119

A window hides behind the bathroom door, looking at those passing on their merry way. The only light to enter the dim light room.
The lights are not in working order, and a sense of not being alone fills the lonely room. Looking outward at the pale yellow decour doesn't help to paint a happier mood.
A creaking door moves by it's self, as I sit on a bed looking onward.

Night brings a guest to my room. A young boy in summer attire with sandly blonde hair looks inward eyes wide with wonderment, Charlie comes to mind, as I stare at his small frame. His intention is confusing as I lay motionless, and he is gone in a flash.
Night two Charlie returns to his favorite haunt standingoutside of my door looking at me this time with questioning eyes.

Morning comes and I head toward the bathroom suddenly distracted by the window. A shiny object catches my eye, and I pick up the metal piece inspecting it,"Troupe 408," is inscribed on it, and I begin to wonder if something had happened to him tragiclly.
My eyes focus on the young boy once more, but this time standing outside of the window, and it suddenly occurs to me how he had lost his young life.