Virginia Nightingale

Locket

The humidity feels more suffocating than usual as I wipe the dust off the can I found in an old, abandoned cupboard in an equally old and abandoned house. That’s a perfect description for just about everything nowadays. Old and abandoned. This place used to be nice. High ceilings with delicate light fixtures that no longer worked. Solid wood furniture that’s now covered in enough dust to fill the Sahara. It even had central air at one point going by the thermostat on the wall. That would have been nice. I’m so sick of being hot and sticky with sweat.