Желтые обои

           IthinksometimesthatifIwereonlywellenoughtowritealittleitwouldrelievethepressofideasandrestme. 

           ButIfindIgetprettytiredwhenItry. 

           Itissodiscouragingnottohaveanyadviceandcompanionshipaboutmywork. WhenIgetreallywell,JohnsayswewillaskCousinHenryandJuliadownforalongvisit; buthesayshewouldassoonputfireworksinmypillow-caseastoletmehavethosestimulatingpeopleaboutnow. 

           IwishIcouldgetwellfaster. 

           ButImustnotthinkaboutthat. ThispaperlookstomeasifitKNEWwhataviciousinfluenceithad! 

           Thereisarecurrentspotwherethepatternlollslikeabrokenneckandtwobulbouseyesstareatyouupsidedown. 

           Igetpositivelyangrywiththeimpertinenceofitandtheeverlastingness. Upanddownandsidewaystheycrawl,andthoseabsurd,unblinkingeyesareeverywhere. Thereisoneplacewheretwobreadthsdidn’tmatch,andtheeyesgoallupanddowntheline,onealittlehigherthantheother. 

           Ineversawsomuchexpressioninaninanimatethingbefore,andweallknowhowmuchexpressiontheyhave! Iusedtolieawakeasachildandgetmoreentertainmentandterroroutofblankwallsandplainfurniturethanmostchildrencouldfindinatoystore. 

           Irememberwhatakindlywinktheknobsofourbig,oldbureauusedtohave,andtherewasonechairthatalwaysseemedlikeastrongfriend. 

           IusedtofeelthatifanyoftheotherthingslookedtoofierceIcouldalwayshopintothatchairandbesafe.