The white houseMature

pure madness and utter chaos.

I Wake up and all i see Is the pure white roof. I step on the cold white floor and get off of my taintless white bed with its white blankets and sheets. I walk down the white stairs and enter the white kitchen. I turn and walk over to my white living room. I sit on my blank couch and stare at the White walls that complete my house. I don't speak because i cannot. I don't hear anything. I look out of the white windows and see the same thing, only white. Why? Because this is me.

The End

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