pushing half-filled coffee mugs,
oily, cascading prints, and books to the floor.
tons of pungent books! laying on their sides.
on their thin backs, sprawled open
to a specific page, delicately placed
like a sleeping beauty, with slender arms
dangling off the edge.

a sigh escapes from pink, tense lips,
leaving moments to collapse onto a wooden chair
to watch satisfying destruction rest.