The walls are as white as snow that have been touched by free birds. Sometimes the walls display paintings of her past. Today they remind her of Danny, a young boy who knew Angie was a little out of touch. Their parents had forbidden them to play together because sometimes play would turn into bruises on Angie’s arms, legs, and face. The walls begin to show bright reds, dripping blacks, and swirls of peaceful blues. Angie remembers that night very clearly. She begins to twirl around the room and hum the tune of a long-lost song as she reminisces of the night she sent Danny to the underworld. She remembers her daddy knocking on the door while she greeted the devil himself. 

For, in Angie’s mind, her room could be anything she wanted it to be with anyone she wanted to be there. Tonight, she was busy sending Danny where he belonged. But daddy had opened her door and the only presence inside the room was Angie because poor Danny’s soul no longer existed. 

Daddy sent Angie to the room with walls as white as snow that have been touched by free birds. What daddy doesn’t know is this room has more secrets, more people, and more places than anyone could ever imagine.