Recovering

Ronnie walks into his old room, looking around. He stops at the door frame, unable to comprehend how long it has been since he had last been there. His hand gently brushed over the dresser just inches away from the door. He drifted into his room deeper, letting all the old, painful memories soak into him. He takes a seat on his bed, listening as the old coil bed makes it's sounds of relief to have been compressed under weight, the loud creaking of metal on metal as he sank into the bed.