DESPITE that the wall was painted in white, that the floor was carpeted in velvety gray, Enzo's room gave her a sentiment of loneliness.
The room was too cold and too big because of its minimalistic setting: from the California king-sized bed with dark gray silk sheet, to the bedside table where the lampshade and the telephone were situated, and lastly, the single couch and the nightstand that was placed at the corner of the room beside the curtain covered glass door of the balcony.
Though it was very pleasing in the eye, and it had a redolent scent that could make someone's tired mind to get time to relax, Tasha ended up looking at the white ceiling — for more than two hours — while laying on Enzo's bed under a blanket, alone, wearing his shirt that seemed to look like a dress on her sm
