As soon as I entered this room I started to sneeze. This room is now so dusty because it has not been occupied since time immemorial. Dust fills the air even at my slightest movements. I cannot even see the original color of the desk at the far end.
I have long invited you to occupy this room. In fact, I have reserved this only for and nobody else. This is the best room in my house. I chose the next best room just so you would have, as they say, 'the best seat in the house'. Sadly, you have time and again refused my invitation. Every time I would invite you would have all sorts of excuses. "Maybe next time!" "Let's see!" "Okay but I have to do this first!" The last one you said was "I am now in a room that I really like. Maybe when I get bored there then I'll take your offer!" You know, the closest you ever got to staying in this room was when we sat in the couch one evening. I don't know if you still remember that night but I do. Perfectly. You came to me after you came from the room you were occupying then. You said you are bored there and you don't want to go back. You said that room brings back sad memories. I told you to stay in this room for as long as you like. You just said thank you. You were so depressed that you immediately fell asleep after saying thanks. You didn't even had the energy to lie in bed. You know you slept on my shoulders. The next day you said you need to leave to sort things out. I waited for you. But you never came.
This room still remains empty, still hoping you'll stay, still hoping you'll at least try. For how long it'll wait, I don't know. The only thing I know is that I've reserved it for you that if and when the time comes that somebody else will occupy this, it's still you whom I imagine as the one inside.
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