Door

A description really, not a poem or story.

                The old study was a tiny circular room, dimly lit with numerous candles which were oozing onto the ruffled papers that lay strewn about it. They coated the floor and the walls with sketches and ideas scribbled onto their yellowing sheets. A great mahogany desk sat off to the side like an onlooker to the rest of the room. It too could not help but let the papers flock there and form mountains upon it. The chair resting beside it stood straight and high-backed, snubbing the clutter of the room. Its weathered seat permanently held the indention of a previous occupant.