The brown tiles seemed somehow familiar to him, and he wanted desperately to reach into the shiny tiles and find some strength.
His nose was so close to the chocolate...no, not chocolate! Close to the TILES!
The sweet smell of chocolate seemed to envelope him in a warm, brown cocoon...he didn't realize that the bathroom was no longer a room in his loft...
Meanwhile, across the city, a man stared at a wall of green shower tiles.
They seemed to be devouring his very soul.
He had to get away, so he did the only thing he knew how to do!
“Honey, I’m going to go to the store, need anything?”
“No dear, not tonight.” she said, her facial tentacles wiggling in apathy.