Absence

There is a room over there. A room that's missing something. There is an absence in that room. The red paint has faded off the walls into a dull maroon, almost greyish in shade. What used to be warmth and joy is now just cold, the room is so cold it sends shivers down my spine. There is no furniture, nothing left of the past. As I stand in it, my mind empties as I lay to the floor and just stare at the damp ceiling.. An open window slams and opens against the wind. Perhaps that is how it got in?