GrayMoonWolf

  Nick watched the clock tick away. He muttered a sigh as a minute passed even though it felt like an hour. He fixed his position in his chair and leaned on his arm. He crossed his legs and used his free hand to tap a rhythmic pattern on his knee.  Another minute passed by. Every second felt like days as he sat in the cheerily painted yellow room. What kind of fools were the people who painted this room? No one ever came in this room happy. Few left it happy.  He grinded his teeth as he heard a baby cry behind him. He glanced over and saw the mother bouncing the kid up and down in an attempt to cheer him up. It wasn't working. If anything