Желтые обои

           Iwanttoastonishhim. 

           I’vegotaropeupherethatevenJenniedidnotfind. Ifthatwomandoesgetout,andtriestogetaway,Icantieher! 

           ButIforgotIcouldnotreachfarwithoutanythingtostandon! 

           ThisbedwillNOTmove! 

           ItriedtoliftandpushituntilIwaslame,andthenIgotsoangryIbitoffalittlepieceatonecorner—butithurtmyteeth. 

           ThenIpeeledoffallthepaperIcouldreachstandingonthefloor. Itstickshorriblyandthepatternjustenjoysit! Allthosestrangledheadsandbulbouseyesandwaddlingfungusgrowthsjustshriekwithderision! 

           Iamgettingangryenoughtodosomethingdesperate. Tojumpoutofthewindowwouldbeadmirableexercise,butthebarsaretoostrongeventotry. 

           BesidesIwouldn’tdoit. Ofcoursenot. Iknowwellenoughthatasteplikethatisimproperandmightbemisconstrued. 

           Idon’tliketoLOOKoutofthewindowseven—therearesomanyofthosecreepingwomen,andtheycreepsofast. 

           Iwonderiftheyallcomeoutofthatwall-paperasIdid? 

           ButIamsecurelyfastenednowbymywell-hiddenrope—youdon’tgetMEoutintheroadthere! 

           IsupposeIshallhavetogetbackbehindthepatternwhenitcomesnight,andthatishard!