It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him.
Eating Naked: Stories...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...
A Familiar RainHope emanates from you, like a warm fire brightening an otherwise depressing room.
In a Broken DreamLove wasn't a fling in a back room at a party. It was something you lived and died for.
Blood PromiseThis was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.
Brighton Rock