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By: Giuma Bukleb

The room’s window is open on the day.

The day is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.

In the room is a double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.

Opposite the double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash, is a small wooden desk with a computer on top.

Beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, is an old wooden wardrobe without a door.

Beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door is the room’s closed wooden door, with its shiny white paint.

Beside the room’s closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, is a colourless worn-out wooden coat stand.

On the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, hangs carelessly a dark jacket.

In the inner pocket, the only one, of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a carefully folded white paper. In the carefully folded white paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a wedding invitation.

The wedding invitation, in the carefully folded paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, isn't addressed to anyone, and I personally don't know how it found its way inside the only inner pocket of my dark jacket, hanging on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, beside the room's closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door, beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, opposite the double bed, close to the room's window, open on the day light, open on a sky like a wilderness of ash?!