Hés Mocking me

Back to where it all begins, the bedroom. However now when i am here everything is alot different, Before the room was filled with light, light resembeling the hope for the day, now it is black, like death, final and irriversable. The day is gone and there is nothing you can do to change the events of the day that was. This morning my chair wished me to have a wonderful day, to learn and explore. Now as i lay here in my bed, that very same chair mocks me. He wonders why i never returned to him for a nice read. of coarce i cant answer him, he knows there was no legitament reason for keeping from him. He seemed to be in such a better mood this morning, and now he seems to have an evil ora about him. Perhaps its the night itself, however im not absent minded enough to say, if i had returned to him for a read he would be in this mood. But thats the whole point of the end of the day in my mind, to reflect on what transpired that day. Not to try and change or fight what might have been. So even though my chair, who i love, is mad at me, there is nothing i can do about it now.